Wishing On The Well Of Pity (Book 3)
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Title: Wishing on the Well of Pity (Book 3)
Author: Vinco Omni
Book Three.
Perception is Based Upon What You See, and the Angle at Which You See It.
Chapter 1.
"Sweet Kira, I love you so much," he told her. She blushed, paused for a moment then replied, "I love you too, Jacob." The marriage was two months in depth, and both were enjoying it to it's fullest.
Rufus lay in his bed and stares at his ceiling, and takes a moment of silence to remember his dear wife Jade. Even though she was dead, he was still in love with her. Death halts physical love only. As he took this moment of peace, this moment of sweet surrender, he tried to picture what it would be like if she were still there.
Ludos, Rufus' son, silently buttoned his jacket. He was summoned to war.
Their country, Jadincia, which was named after Jade, was at war with the neighboring country. Not only was this a problem for Ludos because he had to put his life at risk, but it was a dire risk to Kira as well. Kira's husband was a prince of Avandore, the warring country.
The third child, the youngest daughter, sat in the library, silently reading a book. She thought to herself, `I'm trapped in the middle of all this madness.. Maybe I can end my life now? . . . No, stop thinking that . . . But maybe that's what I can do? . . . Maybe . . . if something tragic happens . . . like my death . . . then maybe everyone will realize how solitary they have made me become?`
A dove flies to Rufus' window, startling him. breaking him out of his silent meditation of his dead wife Jade. What is silence? Silence is happiness. If no one says something, then are we are deaf? If we could not speak, then would we hear? What would be the point of sound? What would be the irony in the daily happenings and blessings of this melodramatic life?
Are we all being dramatized by silver thoughts and golden memories? Why must we be tied at hand and foot to this metaphorical table, while the blur that is life's harmony just passes us by? The angle at we see life is perception. How do we perceive our situations?
How can we possibly look around at this life and say that it's harmonic and blissful if the only bliss is thoughts of death and war? There is but one answer, and look no further than the wishing well of dreams to find it. Dreams can be made here, and here only.
The wishing well of dreams is locked inside your mind, with the key cast inside itself, inside what is empty, inside what is beauty, inside what is peace and understanding. How can we make sense of all this?
A tear drops from Lydia's eye. `Why do I have to be the youngest child? Why is all of this happening to me?`
Rufus stares carefully at the white dove. The dove looks at him, trapped inside it's innocence and beauty. But what sort of wisdom can a lowly dove have? A dove is but a bird, and a bird is but a creature which roams this earth. If we all just cast our dreams and memories and happiness down the wishing well, then what becomes of our pity?
Must it be reaped and sowed into the fertile grounds of death? Death has taken Jade, it has taken many. It will someday take me, it will someday take you. Death is supposedly trapped inside this little box, which is trapped inside somewhere in our thoughts, which will only ever be thought about when the time of judgement occurs. If we never think about death, then it won't exist. We will live forever. Jade will live forever in his heart, and he will live forever inside her spirit. But the agony of all of this! To be trapped in the middle! To be sorrowful, to be laying awake with the dove perched on your window, to tell your lover that you love them? The happiness is so secluded that we must perceive it to be something real in order to enjoy it.
Chapter 2.
They all go about their daily business.
Trapped. Rufus goes about his royal duties. Trapped. Kira talks with her lover.
Trapped. Ludos tells everyone goodbye then walks out of the castle doors, heading off to war. Trapped. The moment is tense, the heat is burning up.
She takes one final glance at this life then stabs the knife into her chest, piercing her heart. She collapses onto her bed, the knife through her body, the point through her heart.
The note read, "See what you have driven me to? Think about what you've done." Lydia screamed, the pain and sting of the knife in her body.
With her final moment she looked up and saw the light.
The End. . . (of Book 3)
Sorry everyone, to
make this so sad. The
next one will be a lot
more happier. This
one is a bit short too..
Anyway, comments to mySithie or you can talk to me when I'm on ICQ at 100679129.
-Vinco Omni
Be careful which well you wish on. . .