Once Upon a Life

Wish Upon a Life

Once upon a time, he was there. He looked alive and real. His eyes shined; his mind was full. His dark hair almost glowed with pride. Everything he was was real. Once upon a time, he was alive.

Once upon a time, people grieved. People were there. They cried. Only a few people cried. Not many people knew, or cared. So they cried and grieved. Some got over it faster... some didn't. Some had it harder but they got over it, or so it seemed...

Far, far away in an ancient land lived a man. If you looked at him, his eyes, his hair, you would think him more of a boy. He was nothing more than a simple boy on the outside. He smiled when he needed to and frowned when made. He just simply was there...

This boy sat there... alone by a curtain. He was beside a veil. His eyes shined in the dark. No light surround him. His eyes glossed over with grief. They were dark and sad, unlike his shining emerald ones he usually wore. He blinked quickly. He stared down onto the floor then back up to the veil. His hand traveled up to it, as if to pull it aside.

Once upon a time, there was a prince sleeping. He looked peaceful and tender. He looked like one of those valentine cherubs. He looked handsome under the moonlight. The dark hair he had, framed his face. His snowy owl hooted softly as she brought home her dinner. So, he was there... sleeping in the moonlight. He looked beautiful.

His hand suddenly dropped, coming back to his side. He brought up his legs again. He hugged them slowly as he stared at the veil. He blinked again. He started rocking back and forth on the spot. Soft humming seemed to come from him. If you listened closer, you could have heard sobs. The sobs seemed to blend into the surroundings. It all blended together.... Everything was together.

He suddenly stopped. He stared back at the veil as if voices were coming from it. These voices blended together. His eyes shone again suddenly. This time hints of anger were in them. His fist hit the cold stone floor. The sound echoed... slowly... everywhere. It echoed in his mind. All fell quiet again except for the mixed whispers that slowly came from behind the veil.

Humming, humming, and humming. He grabbed his legs again. Wrapping himself together in the dark. This time his sobs were distinguishable. They weren't loud but they were there. His dark hair fell into his eyes. A hand came up to brush them away. Humming, humming, and humming.

He stared at the veil again. His sobs ceased. He longed to see what it would be like to fall into darkness. He wanted to know what it would feel like to just disappear without magic. He didn't want to be safe; he wanted to dare. He was tired. Why... why did it happen to him?

He didn't want it, he didn't want the pain. His fist slammed into the stone floor again. He brought his hand back up in the darkness. Slow dripping was heard. His eyes closed, in deep thought. Humming, humming, and humming.

His thoughts wondered... slow hot tears ran down his face. He stared into oblivion. His tears stopped suddenly. His eyes still glossed over. Dripping, dripping, and dripping.

His hand moved toward the veil again. Slowly his hand grasped it. It wrinkled at his touch. He closed his eyes. His hand moved aside the veil. His leaned over and peered down into darkness. His eyes closed before they opened. Endless darkness surrounded him. He was there forever.

Darkness was caving in. It was all around. Whispers let him hear. They were slowly engulfing him. He closed his eyes as his hands let go of his legs. He leaned back. Whispers and darkness... Humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, and humming.

Scenes started to play through his head. ... Just a day ago... a week... a year... a lifetime ago... he was real... he was real... he was alive...

Miles away, a prince woke up in bed. Cold sweat dripped down his face. The night air surrounded him. His white owl was sleeping. His dark hair shone in the moonlight. His emerald eyes stored confusion and sadness. He closed his eyes again. Slowly he opened them. His eyes suddenly turned cold and opaque... So then, the Prince lived happily every after with memories... ever corrupting memories.