The Journey Is More Important Than The Beginning Or The End.

Once upon a time...
Listening to: Internal Screams of disalution.

Once upon a time, a troubled girl met a troubled boy. She was visiting her family, who happened to live in this boy's village. The boy, unknowing of this girl who came every year to see their village, decided one day to travel with his friend to see his family. His friend brought him to where the family would meet every year. This boy was introduced. As the names went around, he laid eyes on this girl. This girl held his attention and he was captivated by her demeanor. The boy, noticing she hadn't even given him a second look, brushed off this infatuation with her.

The boy and his friend decided to part from the family gathering, and the girl wanted to come along. When the three of them left, the boy and the girl began to talk. They were both troubled, and had seen the roughest roads life had to offer at that age. Struggling with demons of their own, they became quite close. They took care of each other, and eventually, everything was perfect. They had fallen in love, and the boy gave everything he had for her. She gave back to him. For the boy and the girl couldn't be with each other daily, due to her living in another village, the distance never once dented his love for her. But one day, some demons came back to haunt them.

The girl struggled with her demons, and failed. She failed the boy she loved. Not just once, but countless times. The boy knew of this. He knew when something was wrong. In his heart he formed a perfect bond of love and compassion. These demons came back to haunt him in his sleep. Not his demons, but hers. She succesfully vanquished all of his demons prior to the down fall. She then replaced his orignal demons, with hers, creating a new set to haunt him. Even though she had failed him, he loved her even more. He never left her, but stuck right by her through all her problems and troubles. For they weren't just her problems, because he loved her so deeply, they were his own too. He gave his strength and peace to carry the burden of her demons on his shoulders. Nothing was going to come in the way of his love for her, and when she realized this, she looked at him, smiled with love, and clung on to him. He held her tight. He never wanted to let go.

2 years had gone by. Then came the day. They day when the boy and girl had to move to different villages, which were further away than before. They had quests they were to complete. The boy, head held high, still carrying these burdens, was confident in his return. He wasn't out to finish his quest for his family and village. He was going to finish the quest to be with her. Forever. His love was stronger then any thing he had ever felt. It only became stronger when she showed him love back. He thrived on her. His love thrived on her love. This is what kept the demons at bay. He still struggled with their demons, knowing he was the stronger of the two. But it was a burden he was willing to take. Just so after their quests were finished, they could be together. He made a vow.

"I will carry these demons for us. I will fight them to hell if I have to. But that is where they will stay. I will not fail you."

The boy wanted to make the girl his wife. He knew where and when he would make the proposal, and when they were finally together, the demons would be defeated completly, for the combination of their love was the only power to do so.

As they left for their quests, the girl forgot about the boy. From so far away, the boy loved her. But, he could feel the demons getting stronger, as her love and memory of him weekend. One day, the demons broke free. They tortured the boy, to the point where his love, the last shining ray, made him realize what had happened.

The girl, hundreds of miles away from the boy, forgot about him. Her love faded and this gave the demons the power to rip apart the boys heart. When the news of his bloody battle reached her, she acted as if it didn't bother her. The demons thrived off of this.

For every ounce of love, there is an equal, sometimes greater amount of hate, barried beneath it. When all that love disappears, the hate stays there. This hate the demons took hold of, and convinced him to abandon all hope with the girl. He was sin... brainwashed by these demons he fought so long. The demons he kept for the girl he loved.

So he did what they convinced him. He left the girl. She forgot about him. Numerous times, as if the past 2 years was nothing. As if he was nothing. These demons had totally possesed what good heart he once had. When all the damage was done, his eyes opened. He saw the damage he had let loose. He saw what failure he had envoked onto them. Not being able to handle the truth, he revoked himself. He decided he had nothing to live for. So he turned and looked the demons in the eyes.

"I vowed to fight you to hell. That is where I will keep you if I must. Even if it means keeping myself there, as your ever binding chains, I will not let you go back to her. Whatever demons you may have on her now, you are still [our] demons. Even if [we] are no longer."

The boy lunged at the demons, grasped them by the throat, and fell into a deep, dark, lonely pit. He fell and fell, for what seemed like weeks before he hit bottom.

When he awoke, he found himself in a world like his own, but this world was lonely and dark. The demons were everywhere around him, connected to invisable chains. These chains were attatched to his mind. Dancing and laughing. He was in hell. His hell. The hell his mind had created. A world without her.

He wanders the world today, looking for the answers to what had happened. Why the girl he loved more than life itself, started to forget about him, day after day. He wonders why she acts as if she hasn't lost anything. But most of all, he wonders why she didn't love him after they left for their quests. What happened? Did she really love him like he came to believe? Or did she just use him untill she no longer needed him there?

No one but the girl knows the answer... and the girl seems to have cut off her connection with her previous life. No one can say how long this boy will be in his hell. No one can say whether or not him and the girl will ever see each other again. Some say they hear the boy at night crying for his love to come back to him. He lays there, night after night, crying as the demons torture him. For his strength is gone. It left him when she had left him. When her love disappeared, so did his protection.

Blogged by Marcus Morris at 3:09 AM