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Mirrors in Snow - Chapter 3

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Mirrors in Snow


Chapter 3: Remember (memories)



"So dismal are the mirrors of a wolf." This wolf remembers… and while memories flow, it is time to unveil more.
I'm nothing but a lonely, angry actor on a silent stage show. Over the eons I kept dreaming about a perfect rhyme, a verse never to be cross on. Annoyed and irritated I found out such a thing was impossible. I discovered that only a Pandora's Box full of upset demons and furious pixies could unleash such a magical phenomenon.
I loved through the times; just as Tom did (so maybe we aren't so different after all). I am surprised to see myself telling you all those things. I'm shocked and amazed at the same time to know that I have taken the form a dead man whispering in your ear during your sleep. Indeed, stay stunned as you are, but keep in mind that I'm not a wraith. I did this only to warn you. I'll be gone. So I loved many, and even more loved me, but I was never happy…
"My son, I'm glad you can do it!" my father said to me when I played my first song on the guitar. I was pleased with myself, but I demanded more. The spirits were restless and I knew that I needed to be positive to get more of it. I was a cheerful person when I started to write. And I used to write night and day until finally I got to see the mirrors in the snow, and then the wolf appeared and now the times are cold, icy.
I never got tired of writing. From love poems to the darkest of stories, from abstract verses to entire novels (and I was still working on this one by the time you first heard this chapter), I kept doing my job. My hand was never exhausted. In fact, it was hungry for more. You, my friends, would always give it life. You and the world around yourself and me would always put away all the sleepy things and give birth to action, to paradoxes, to fiction. From the first worn-out notebook to the last of my novels, you are in it all, and it is all in you, my world! I'm still okay, don't get drowsy! I've got more to tell.
Although Tom managed to restore time to its hourglass he did not manage to save the Chancellor. Barrenmain is dead now as you may know it. I mention him because I was seeing him in my dreams some days ago. I was thinking that maybe I was like him. I am now too stressed to really believe he is dead. I mourn him and I am worried that I could be next. But no, I bet the next one is that old, thoughtful man, Tom. I am concerned that when the demons reach us, there will be no more of me or you to stop them. Nor Tom, nor any heroes, nothing…
As the Crimson Tide once said, "In this white hour of this great game I obey only myself and do only my own bidding. I am my own will. I govern the aspect of my fate. I have it in my hands. The destiny that I chose to follow will count through the stars and come to me like a comet during its journeys. I yearn for more." But now, after so much time, I'm getting anxious. I feel the more I yearn for, the less I get, whilst the more I get, the less I become. I'm nervous about it.
Don't be afraid. There is still enough time for us to live. Live not only to tell our kids about what happened on the last few nights. I am frightened but I know it. It happened to the world without she knowing it. There are ancestral demons and aliens that will put us all to the sword. Running scared is not an option. The hallows that foresee the advent of doom strike fear into the bravest of hearts. There are less heroes now than there were before. And even those who are alive are fearful, terrified by the mighty prophecy.
Getting back to my life, I must assure you that this is not an autobiography but you need to know more. Some considered me sad in the past, but I never was. I was too relaxed. I was looking as if I were miserable, an unhappy earthworm living ruled by the mightier powers. Thus my prowess with the pen was never known by anyone until now, as I pass it to you. I am depressed no more now. And my gloomy aura is slowly getting heaven-lighted again. I am only frustrated to not being able to do anything to save what I love the most: my world, my reality. I did it some time ago, but this time, the job is up for grabs for heroes.
In my life I never hurt a fly! I was never aggresive, maybe only at times when I had to but nothing I have done was on purpose. Some were instincts of the beast in me, a beast who never met a beauty. As time passed I got joyful without such a touch of perfection. I am not tense, but I am lazy, optimistic. Albeit it is a necessity, I will not reveal more to you. Who would want to know more about a crazy man? Terrible I feel now, and dull at the same time, as if I were really a puppet on a stage show, and the whole animation is so tiring that even my hands would easily be made to give up, these hands who wrote so much, against the most stressful of things and foes. As time froze it all got so boring... and the memories kept resting calm somewhere in me...
My life never saw a rainbow. Make one for her.
Here it is!
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