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'''Title: Wishing on the Well of Pity (Book 4)''' '''Author: Vinco Omni''' ------------------------------------ '''Book Four.''' '''And She Thrust the Knife into Her Heart. And then Her Heart became lost.''' '''Chapter 1.''' Lydia saw the light. It called her, drew her in. Pulling, yearning for her soul. She screamed, and arched her back in pain as the silver blade of the knife pierced her heart. She cried. At the very last moment she saw the light. At the very last cry of hate and bitter agony she held it all inside her. The dove. The dove was white. Trapped inside it's beauty. Rufus heard the screams. He heard it all. His eyes widened. He knew what had happened. The dove flew from the window. He got up and ran down the hall, and burst into Lydia's bedroom. He glanced from one thing to another. The knife. Her face. The blood. The now-stained white bed. The look of pain on her face. "Damnit!" he yelled. He ran to her body and rolled her over face up. She was already dead. He removed the knife from her stomach and clenched her blood-stained hand. He cried. His tear dropped and landed on her. Two losses. Two lives gone. Meaninglessly lost. Why? For nothing? Are they just two more wishes down the well? Ludos walked to the front door of his manor, turned to look at everything, and then proceeded to walk out, completely unaware of what had happened. Avandore and Jadincia were at war. The war had begun. Countries war all the time. What's the difference in this? There is no difference, only quarreling. There is no problem, except the problem what was illusionated from their differences. The problem of Ludos was different, though. Jacob, Kira's new husband was the Prince of Avandore, and Ludos, Rufus' son, was the Prince of Jacincia. '''Chapter 2.''' The way was midway through. The countries had begun to realize that this war was in vain. So many lives have been lost so far, so why lose but another? Why cast just one more wish down the well of pity? The lives are wasted. Dust to dust, the lives are born, molded and shaped and burned and sketched into their surroundings, then die, unaware of the meaning of it all, unaware of what actually surrounds them, and unaware of the things that they don't know. But of course, people don't know what they don't know. It's a rhetorical phrase in itself. But then again, is life completely rhetorical? One gigantic cycle wrapped around itself many times through? As a famous Greek poet said, "Carpe Diem." The phrase Carpe diem is a strong and bold, yet meaningful phrase. It translates to this language, "Seize the day." Ludos seized his sword in his right hand. He was shaking. The sweat rolled down his forehead. The battlefield was hot today. In the distance, his eyes met the gaze of another man's eyes. They both charged forward, only to see that they knew each other after all. Ludos of Jacob. County against country. They say that blood is thicker than water. Ludos, is of Kira's blood, but Jacob is married to Kira. Who is to say who belongs? Who is to say that one reigns over the other? The only thing that decides that now, is the long silver blades in both of their hands. Ludos unsheathed his sword and growled at Jacob. Jacob looked terrified. He fumbled for his sword, and then not-so-gracefully unsheathed it from it's leather casing as well. They had fire in their eyes. They looked evil. Pure hatred. The hatred blistered and boiled before them. Ludos clenched his teeth and charged forward. He swung his sword at Jacob and missed. Barely. Jacob screamed an Avandorian battle cry and their native tongue and lashed forward, swinging and piercing the air, completely missing Ludos. Ludos and Jacob then swung both at once, and their swords clanged together. They fought bravely, each for their own cause. Each for their own wish and purpose. Each for self-clarification and their beliefs. They each wanted something, the same thing. How could Kira live without a husband? How could she life without a brother? '''Chapter 3.''' Ludos swung his sword one last time, missing Jacob by inches. Jacob caught Ludos off guard, and thrust his sword into Ludos' middle. The sword went through his body, and came out his back. Ludos' eyes widened. He felt the sharp wrath of the cold blade inside him. It stung like a million knives all into one. He cried out in pain, and tears dropped his eyes, landing on the sword. Jacob took a step back, releasing his sword from his tight grip. Ludos fell to the ground landing on the swords butt, driving it further through him. Jacob's eyes filled with tears. "What have I done?!" He screamed. He removed the sword from Ludos' body and threw it on the ground. He took off his armor, and picked up Ludos' dead body. He slung it over his shoulder, and walked to the graveyard. The clouds turned black. It started to rain. The rain drops fell, each and everyone on of them hitting the earth. As the rain drops fell to the ground, Jacob cried. Tears rolled down his face, and he was horribly afraid of what Kira would say. '''Chapter 4.''' Bad things happen. Bad things overcome us. Why must we all be forced to endure the long hardships of agony and mislead trust each and every day of our lives? Jacob wept, and laid down Ludos' dead body against a tree. The rain poured, drenching them all. Drenching the wishing well that laid in the graveyard, no more than ten footsteps away. And this ends this book of the story. What will happen to Kira? What will happen to Jacob? What ever became of Rufus while they were away? Book 5 will be out sometime in the next month, and will uncover these truths. -Vinco Omni mySithie ICQ: 100679129 '''''Whatever well you peer down, whatever hole you dig yourself into, always remember to be careful which well you cast your tears into.''''' -Vinco 3-11-01 [[Category:Tales and Legends]]

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