"Thoughts of revenge consume me daily. Revenge against the brother who wronged me. Sometimes I can even feel the thick warmth of his blood as it trickles through my fingers and down my arms. I revel in the comfort of that feeling as he exhales the last breath from his body. Only then do I know that the world is a safer place. These small moments of peace are always shattered by the realization that it will only ever be a dream. I will never escape the Underworld. I will never see my home again.
"Back when I still had hope of being rescued, revenge was the only thing that kept me from making myself fade; it kept me fighting when I otherwise would have given up. But no one ever came. I was left alone in the nightmarish-darkness with the stench of sulfur and the stale odor of past horrors. Now, I no longer possess the power to fade away. Lantis stripped me of most my magic long ago.
'Don't worry.' she had said to me. 'I won't maim that pretty little face of yours.'
As if that mattered when she was destroying a piece of my soul. I had never begged a day in my life, not even when I looked into my brother's cruel eyes for the last time as he handed me over to the enemy. I begged then, pleaded for my magic, my essence. She left me as barely a Fairy, with a dull glow and a pair of useless wings. Yes, with little magic to propel myself, I am unable to fly. It is shameful to be a flightless Fae...
...I bet Jahyel can still fly.
I had laughed when I heard of his fate. That was justice? That was supposed to make up for all my suffering? For everything that I have lost? Banishment was not enough, not nearly enough. He doesn't deserve the fresh air he breathes or the warm sun he enjoys. True, he may have lost his place in Faerie, but he still has his freedom and his power. He can still stand just beyond the Fae city and feel its magic, still gaze upon the beauty that was our home.
"He used to call me an abomination, a curse bestowed upon his mother. He hated that I am half Golden Fae, half of the vile monsters that killed his father. My golden skin was a constant reminder of our mother's betrayal to him. She had been with the other side, had taken his enemy into her bed. For that, he hated us both, but I got his wrath while Mother got his cold shoulder.
"It is ironic, really, that he thought of me as evil because of my mixed blood. The Fairy of Eternal Confinement, the tormenter of the dead finds me evil. Well, after spending over a 1000 years in the Underworld, I have learned about true evil. I have seen horrors unimaginable, and the screams will forever echo through my mind." --Rhoanin
Medium/Size: Watercolor, wc pencil, gouache,colored pencil, and a little Photoshop editing.
Date: August 2005
8.5 x 11 " Print -- $14.95
5 x 7 " Mini Print -- $8.95