Untitled: Lericevi II

INTRO: This is the second chapter to Lericevi. It does not have a name...yet. I'm going to refer to it as Lericevi II. But since it's not official and I should not be working on it more until I have completed other things, it will have to stay that way. I still cannot remember what gave me the idea for this, it's really bothering me, lol...oh well. I hope you will enjoy it anyway.




UNTITLED: LERICEVI II



Lericevi’s eyes shot open, a gasp escaped her as she gripped tightly to the chair arms. She could not let go of what happened, it haunted her dreams, tormenting her. The one thing she regretted most. The only incident that caused her to hate what she was. All the others she could forget. Lericevi had chosen them as wisely as she could. No one would miss them, no one would care to where they had disappeared.
Her other side was still infantile then. Putting it’s needs above her dying human heart. She had no control over the hunger that held her captive, and no authority could keep her sister from loving the creature she had become. Lericevi was still Sariarie’s favorite…


'She came to me, in the night. When I should have been feeding, but I could not stop thinking about my mothers tears, and fathers harsh words. The human body I once knew was dying…I could feel it. But I kept denying its need. She came too close, too close. I should have stopped her, but what would she have thought of me then? I should have trusted my new instincts, not my fading soul. It hung by an ever weakening thread. Nothing I did was right anymore, I had no one. They were frightened of me. Their daughter, friend, sister. They would not even look at me, no one except Sariarie. She still kept me in her favor. Though, I had always been her beloved sister, and I suppose that bond had not been broken.
She spoke sweetly to me, as she always did, as if nothing had changed between us. Though I could not hear her words, not over the din of my hunger. I wish now that I could have. Her voice is all I hear, but I cannot make out the words! Why didn’t I walk away! Right then, you stupid creature! You knew what would happen, you knew!'


She came back to her cottage, it laughed at her pain. Entangling her fists in long golden hair, she could no longer hold back the tears. As hard as she tried Lericevi could not push that memory away. The events that followed flashed over and over through her mind until she could bare it no longer.
A scream burst through the walls, past the field and into the forest. Birds fled the trees, deer bolted for safety, and nothing in the once busy woodland moved. Humans however, for whatever reason are drawn to such a disturbance. Sounds that clearly say, ‘keep away’.

Lericevi rose, as the hushed laughter persisted. This place was a prison. She was unable to leave, but did not want to stay. Although Lericevi could not imagine leaving the only part of her family she had left. Where would she go anyway? She knew nothing but this cottage now, and the woods that kept her safe. These thoughts passed through her as she paced the decaying floorboards.

"I will tear you down myself if you do not stop your constant bleeding of me. I will abandon this place. Then you will be the one alone, and the trees from whence you came will laugh at your pathetic form. You are the one truly stuck here, and your ancestors still live beside you. They will forever remind you of the terror once held within your beams. Do not test me."


No human would be in tune enough to notice, but with these words, the house went silent. Afraid of her vicious nature, and that her plans would become truth. It said nothing more of what was coming, knowing Lericevi would not listen if it did.

She moved through the rooms, easing her mind with pleasant memories. The first twenty years of her life with family and friends she once had. It was hard for her not to counteract a good memory with a bad, but she eventually succeeded, returning to her chair in peace. However, it was short lived as she detected human presence, a male…two males…and a female.
Lericevi went to secure the door. If the light of day was to pass over the threshold, it would be her death. She had thought many times of walking into the sun, just to end this tormented life. The fear of pain kept her from it though. Fear kept her from many things.
She slid down the doors length, sitting against the floor. Their voices could be heard now, even louder were their heartbeats. The young man was bold in his movements, but his pulse was not so assertive. He was nervous. The young woman’s heart beat was loud and rapid, she was afraid. Could she sense what lurked inside? Lericevi smiled at the thought. Then it faded when she came to the last beat. It was unmoved, he was not scared, nor excited. Not even curious. Did he know? The thought of competition came and went. For Lericevi, and others like her…there was no beat of life in their breast.



The first man tried the door, “it’s locked.”

“Locked?” questioned the woman, “That’s strange.”

He tried to force it, jerking it roughly back and forth. Lericevi pushed tightly against it, pleading the house to hold up, to do her this one favor. The third being had not said one word since approaching. His stillness was more unnerving then their disrespect for things of the past. That which did not belong to them.

“I don’t think you should do that Kale. Someone might live here.”

“Oh please Michael, no one lives here.” Laughed the negligent named Kale.

“It looks like it will fall down any minute. No one in their right mind would stay here.” The girl said to the one called Michael.

“That’s a better reason not to go inside. If it fell and we got hurt, no one would find us out here.”

“Try it again Kale, it looks like you loosened it a bit.”

“I don’t know Mora. I agree with Michael on this one.”


There was a short silence, and a sigh of withdrawal escaped the young woman. The man Kale moved away, and she followed. Lericevi knew of such love once, and what a mistake it was to have imprisoned herself in such devotion. Although, she remembered it, and smiled with the fond memory of her lost Vanin. He was still somewhat apart of her…


'Vanin’s smile made the noon day brighter. We were together as often as we could be. I remember those days, beams of light through the trees in the early morning. The glowing green of the forest at noon. Perfection of pure light in the evening. Nothing but a memory now…though, better then nothing at all. Then, one day Vanin came to me, telling of his sudden departure to work for a powerful Lord in his manor. His family, having only one son, was poor from lack of help. This sort of work would provide them with a means to live.
Vanin did not return to me for a long while, and when he did…everything changed. Our part of the county was shunned and isolated. Our families, Vanin’s and my own…they were never the same. Though the Drosamore name died with Vanin, he gained an immortal life in one way, though unknown…with me. His blood had rushed into my veins in the transformation…and in some ways, he lives through me…once in a while, I can hear his voice. Calling my name and urging me to be strong. To continue what he could not…I only wish I knew what that was.'

Deep Calls to Deep

INTRO: This is a late night ramble disguised as a poem...There's really not much I can say about it because I can't exactly remember. So many things were running through my head, and it doesn't flow very well for the most part. I can't even say what the initiator of this was either. But, maybe you'll enjoy it anyway...




DEEP CALLS TO DEEP


Uselessness, that comes with avoidance.
Have you ever felt a deep tare in your soul?
If you’ve never felt it, be grateful.
I would not wish it on anyone.
The plague of sadness, preventing tears.
It is nothing but emptiness.
Numb and void of all feeling.
The ripping of your spirit heart.
An invisible bleeding of consciousness.
Even thoughts wilt to ash.
That constant breathing of ones essence.
Gone.

Can a being ever return from such a mighty blow?
The veiled dying of a soul.
Not all wounds heal. Not completely.
It leaves a scar to show it almost won.
Forever marked by a memory.
The pain will subside, until you look upon it.
A flash from whence it came befalls you.
You remember, and once again, you will forget.
For a little while.

Turning into the past can be deadly.
Forgetting can be destructive.
You do not want to forget, no.
Not completely. Trust me.
But, do not regret what has happened.
Do not live in moments past.

Has it defeated you? No!
Be thankful you are still breathing.
Others are not so lucky.
Though, do not weep for them.
Our mentors they have been.
They have taught us what not to do.
Remember them.
Do not forsake their fallen souls.
Show them their actions were not in vain.
Live on.

Who but we, are to carry their legacy?
No other will tell their tale.
They know not of these feelings.
We should not let their memories die.
Giving in is not an option.

We are what is to come.
One day our strength will be taught.
As their actions have taught us strength.
This power will become their pace.
No hardship is ever in vain.

There is always a calm before the storm.
Remember this.
It always returns from whence it came.

Time is a sphere.
From which things have come.
Again they shall return.
Their past, is also our present.
Our now, will become their future.

Nothing has yet to be seen.
The Earth knows, and she laughs at us.
Fallacy is nothing but.
Truth is always sincere.
It is, or it isn’t, there is no middle ground.
Yes should be your answer.
If not.
Let it be no.
Maybe is a liar, this we realize.
Even if the other refuses to say it is so.

What is to tire?
To be finished, done, or to rest and start again?
The mind finds no rest.
I shall start again.
The ramblings of this interior.
You would never know by the exterior.
Thoughts of joy or sadness, are not always seen.

What is, is not always what it seems.
What seems to be, is not always so.
Ramblings? You decide.
I myself do not know.
These words are born from feelings.
Feeling of what? Who’s to say?
You Decide, as I have told you.
So go.

The Guardian's love letter

INTRO: So, this is a...poetic letter? A guardian is a type of character from my novel. I had the idea for this, and decided a Guardian would fit well into it.
The author of this letter is a female Guardian. The recipient, a male human. The Guardian has human characteristics, but are not human. They have large wings, normally matching their hair color. They are Guardians of the earth. Each one has different strengths to aid different areas of life and protection.
She is readying to depart and gather herself back to peak performance. She was unwise to develop feelings for a human, allowing him to know and offer such in return.
She has started to drift into the way of humans, and in realizing this must take leave to gather her feelings.
She desperately wants him to come with her, but to force him would not be good for either party. She wants it to be his choice. So she is asking him, with much fear the answer will be no. Only because she knows he has many weaknesses, and might not be ready to leave the comfort of his human life, no matter how much better leaving would be for him.
She trusts his decision, knowing that if their bond is meant, it will withstand her departure, should he choose to stay behind.
I called it a love letter, because she is expressing the way she feels, asking him to do the same. Working to preserve them both separately and together. Asking him to leave what he knows for her, after spending time away from what she is accustomed to for him. In this situation, in their world, it would be an act of love for him to go with her. So...I guess that's it. I hope you enjoy this, and of course give some criticism if you have any.



THE GUARDIAN'S LOVE LETTER

My love,


I leave shortly. I can no longer stay in this place you call home. Will you come with me? Let us forsake the ways of the world together. If you are not ready to depart, I understand. I will wait for you on the other side. I am not able to fight this temptation on my own, and I realize you may not be ready to give in.

You do not yet understand the depth of my feeling, it goes past logical thought. You hold great emotions that reside beneath your thick exterior, and you have yet to express them. I would wait an eternity to hear the words of your mouth. Keep that in mind.

It is time for me to regain my self control. I must resist, I implore you to do the same.
We have yet to become even in spirit, our minds are selfish, and our bodies are weak.

Should you decide to stay behind, surely I will return fully when I am able. Do not forget that. I am always with you. The sparse region of mind and spirit we do share binds us. At the appointed time, we shall become one completely and eternally.

For now, I leave you with the gift of my spirit. It will grow stronger with you in time. In my absence I shall ask for peace and satisfaction in your work. Also, I will ask for your strength of will, that it may surpass all worldly understanding. You are strong, yes. If only you could understand that you could be invincible.

So my love, I ask once more. Will you come with me to forsake the futile expectations of this world? I await your decision, and believe me when I say, I trust whatever you decide. I will never leave you. Do not fear that, for I desire no other. This brief departure is for our wellbeing. I know you will be aware of that.

Stay strong, do not give in or falter. Remember to always consider your ways carefully.

All my love,
A.

Time

INTRO: This is a poem, but it was a game really. There is a hidden message, it's not that hard. I'm not too good at these sort of things yet, it's just something simple. It was fun though.


TIME

Lines Evading Time Under Stars So Enchanting.
Enveloping Ill Favor And New Yearning.
Only, Nothing Else Will Illuminate Love.
Longing Grows Elsewhere...Tormenting.
Time Had It's Say. It Fought You, Only Under Darkness.
Only Came On Moments Most Elusive.
Nothing Tells You.
Everything... Silent.

Surrender

INTRO: Alright, this is the first official poem post. It has an "I" theme, and I didn't do it on purpose at first, it just started happening and then I continued it throughout. The first five lines naturally began with an "I". I won't tell you what brought about writing this, it might be obvious, it might not. Take from it what you will, and hopefully you will enjoy it.

SURRENDER

Influential effluence. Words that need no voice.
I cannot gain truth from striving for knowledge.
I have tried before and failed.
It is impossible to live up to these expectations.
If I do not act on the moment, I will get no where.
Irresponsible wastes of time.
Illegitimate reasons for these acts of uncertainty.
It is not my life. I am owned into this path I walk.
Intangible existence of mine.
Irreplaceable findings that one can never fathom.
If love is lost, it cannot sincerely be reestablished.
Internal defeat, a dying soul.
Illusionist games that leave the mind wondering why.
I will never figure the truth in a lie that is meant well.
Intentions of right made wrong.
Images of vast happenings often appear on my horizon.
In all cases they are delusions of grandeur. I am nothing.
If I am to stand, I must not conform.
Innate reflexes are so natural but disgust my inward self.
It is hard to fight the clocks that were embedded from birth.
It cannot be about me. Not anymore.

Untitled: Lericevi

INTRO: Alright, this is the first chapter of two so far. I have not worked on this in such a long time. It seems like forever. I really liked this when I started writing it, and sadly I cannot remember how it came about. I will try my best to remember, and let you know with the post of the next chapter. This doesn't have a name yet, simply because nothing has struck me, not even some sort of idea. I haven't exactly given it much thought either. So for now it is known as Untitled. This chapter I will call Lericevi though.
As always, I hope you enjoy, and will give any criticisms you might have.

UNTITLED: LERICEVI

Lericevi sat in a lonely chair in the middle of an ancient room. This place emulated her soul, and what she had lost. Relics, they were all she had left. What she herself had become. Side by side with them she sat, waiting. The drapes tightly closed, until dusk settled into the area. She slept very little. Days of old never ceased flashing into her thoughts, keeping her from rest. She was alone. The family she was once apart of had been gone for some time. Three hundred and fifty-six years to be exact. She had lost everything. Lericevi remembers it all quite clearly, for she is unable to forget…


'The day was cool, like any other day. Nothing eventful ever happened in that county. The VanAlberict family, into which I was born, had nothing to fear. If it was not for that boy, that simple young man, Vanin Drosamore. I would have led a perfectly normal life. It was not the boys fault, per se. I had chosen my fate. Yet still, if his influence did not take over my thoughts, then perhaps I could have been saved.
He promised me eternity, but Vanin himself did not realize what that entailed. In his immaturity, he saw this life a fairy tale. One where we could live together, forever. This was far from the truth, and he did not look before he leapt, before carelessly turning.
He took the words of his Master foolhardily. I was no better, for I had taken his words with the same reckless hope. I was so naive then.
Poor Vanin, he was quite unfortunate, more so then myself I suppose. He meant no one harm, but that did not stop it from happening. It never does.'



Lericevi drifted back into time, a clear sky of memory fading into dusty walls and barren cobwebs. She did not want to think of those days any longer, as the night called to her from the clouded window.
"A little while more, be patient," she told herself. Answering the hunger that was building deep inside. She was used to it now, and had developed a fondness for it. Lericevi had taken half a decade to warm up any feeling towards her other side. Her only comfort now.
She rose, and with every step towards the door her cottage creaked. Floorboards, walls, windowpanes, speaking to her in hushed tones. Sometimes she would answer back.

"Keep quite your disapproval of me. Were it not for my presence, you would have been torn down long ago."

She said nothing more, and slipped into her dusty cloak. Disappearing into the night. Lericevi crept through the overgrown field that blanketed her home. It was far out from the city limits, no one even knew it was there. For two hundred and sixty-seven years, no one had come near it. Lericevi had made sure of that.

The night was so still, but not for Lericevi. She could hear every resting heartbeat, warm blood pumping through their veins. However, she did not hunt the humans, not anymore. For in recent times she found them to taste impure.
So Lericevi stood still, listened more closely for the heartbeat of the forest. The continuous pulsation was music to her ears. She only chose certain creatures though, isolating their rhythms from the rest. Once driven to the ideal pulse, her eyes glazed a dark green, and her fangs grew to their point. Closing in without a sound on the victim of choice.
Her precision was baffling for someone so young in the trade. Though she had nothing but time to practice, no one to hold her back. Competition was rare. This type of thought took over when she hunted, while in her element. She was pure animal as the thirst of night held her captive. Anyone to tread upon her path would be taken down, simply because she could.

Lericevi continued hunting like this through the night, until her hunger was contented, and the sky transformed to a grey blue. She had ample time to return home, passing the overgrown graves where her mother, father, and sister forever slept. They were all meant to be buried here, but Lericevi’s transformation broke the family apart. They did not want to put their own families in danger, and so…they distanced themselves. Left her with the hurt and pain, the brunt of their parents rage. A tear escaped despite herself, as she knelt before them…

"If I could ever take back all that I have done…I would do so…but, I cannot."

She traced across the fading letters of her sister’s name…

Sariarie Maritza VanAlberict

1638 - 1652


She quickly rose with the dawning of the sun, entering a scolding cottage just as the first rays hit earth to wake it. Lericevi removed the cloak before returning to her chair. The house whispered foreboding thoughts as she settled in. Lericevi ignored it though, there was nothing to fear, as always had been. She was the only thing to dread in that place.

The Recruits: David

INTRO: Alright, so I thought this was a good first post. This ALL came from one little sentence, it's somewhere in there, towards the beginning. I won't tell you where, but the woman is the one who says it.
Now, this is a supposed story, in a poem like format. The layout is ruined once on here, but it's not that big of a deal I guess. Each character is supposed to have one line, two, three, four, and then starts again. I have executed this in such a way that it CAN stand on it's own if I never get to finish it. In which case it will be a poem.
Should it ever become a short story, then it will be called The Recruits, and this chapter will be called David. Should it be only a poem then I will be known as The Recruit.
I know that is confusing, but all of these things are nothing but ideas, so that is why some of them...more like most of them, do not have names set in stone.
In any case, I hope you enjoy this. If not, I hope you'll give your opinion anyway.


THE RECRUITS: DAVID


“Quickly, take my hand! I do not have much time. Come, we must run!”

“Please Sir, you cannot leave me behind. I cannot move so promptly now.”

“Come then, we must go now! Time runs short and the enemy swiftly approaches.
Make haste, I will protect you if only you will follow.”

“You do not realize, but it is you that needs protecting.
I am that one. Though we must work together. You do not have a choice.”

“Please woman, I do not have time for these games.
If I must leave you behind so be it. Our lives are at stake.
You quarrel on protection that I am offering. Come now, or I shall leave you!”

“And who are you mortal man, that I should submit to your words?
That I should trust you with all my soul.
A precious gift that belongs not to all. You must prove yourself.”

“Prove myself? If I am not doing such please, enlighten me.
Here am I, attempting to save with me another. Not thinking of myself alone.
Then you go about to tell me that I must prove myself. I do not understand.
Please, bring to my eyes the light needed to see such darkness. Who are you?”

“It is not important who I am, but what I was sent to represent.
I have come on behalf of the Most High. He has sent me to continue his work.
I am not the only one. There are many of my kind here, scattered to the ends of the earth.
Though, you would not recognize them. You are not meant to.”

“Why then am I known to you, If I am not meant to recognize such things?”

“The reason I have revealed myself to you is this, you are my mission.”

“This is absurd. Do what you will, but I must take leave. There is not much time left.
Make it known to your master that I made an effort to save you with myself.”

“You do not understand. It is my duty to make myself known to you.
I am the one that cannot leave you. Though you must listen, and you must help me.”

“Help you? Is that not what I have been trying so desperately to accomplish!
You waste our time with talk of imaginary things. Safety could have been found thus far.
Please woman, come now or I will have not choice but to leave you. I did try to save you.”

“You have done no such thing. In your panic, you refuse to listen. You care not of me.
You have a good heart, it holds kindness, but you worry to much for yourself.
With me, nothing will cause you harm. I was sent to prevent such. We must work together.”

“If you hold within yourself such an ability, then why stand here in the midst of war?
Take to the sky then angel, if that is truly what you are. You have wasted my time.
Why choose to linger in such a place as this if you have the power to save yourself?
If I am your mission, why not force me to travel with you?”

“It is not so simple. I cannot do this alone. I am given only so much to use here.
I have only so much to begin with. I have no wings to fly here on earth. They would do no good.
I do not choose to linger here, I have no choice. Though, I cannot force you, it must be your Decision.
Do you want to be saved mortal man? If I die here, so do you. If you choose to perish, so do I.“

“I do not wish for death, nor do I wish it upon you. What is it that I am needed to do. We must hurry.”

“The first thing needed is trust. You must relinquish all worry. Do you trust me David?”

“You are known of my name? It is not an impossible feat, but with such, you have my allegiance.
What next angel? How am I to aid your mission, or should I say ours. What am I to call you by?”

“Of course I am known to the name of my mission, and I am grateful for your allegiance at last.
It is also good to know that you consider this our mission. You may call me Atheriele.”

“Heavenly Atheriele, who am I to be chosen for such a mission? I have not been faithful to much.
It would seem that I am the most unworthy for such a task as this. I am certain there is a better man.
I do not understand why I am chosen, though I do not know why the sun rises. I except my fate.”

“Wise David, you were chosen for your good heart and willingness to serve. You are the one intended.
You must put aside earthly fears now, for you are bound to the Fearless One as am I.
We shall join the others soon, to create a vast alliance across the nations. Many have fallen in fear.”

“I shall not be afraid then. I do not want to join the fallen, I will be stronger then such as these.
I would rather fight to the death, then fight fate by doing nothing. Do what you will with me.
It is time that my life be meant for something. I have spent too much time resisting contentment.
I have a duty to the next generation, should this war not be the end of everything. I will fight for them.”

“Brave David, do not trust in your own strength alone, for that will surely be our demise. We have none.
Trust that such will be given to you, for it shall. You will not go into battle unarmed. Fear not.
The battlefront closes in upon us. It is time to reposition our standings. We must call for the others.
Close your eyes, and free your mind, only then can I call upon them with you. Hear their cry? It is time.”

Introduction: Welcome

So you've decided to open the chest. I hope you enjoy what you find, and will offer your criticism, whether good or bad. I may not be frequent to post, but I will try my best to keep cobwebs from forming. I'm not always good at maintaining this sort of thing.

I am also out another power cord for my writing source, so until I acquire another, posts will be even less frequent.

What's the point you might ask? I'm not even sure myself. It's just that these stories...and perhaps poems, might never be seen by anyone. I feel sorry for these characters to be trapped on paper, and never be experienced in some way. I owe them at least the chance to be read.

I will also update on the progress of my hopeful novel, The Legend of Trevet.

First official post to fill the chest soon...keep a lookout.