In Your Sorrow

By “Ayana Kanosis”

I watch as your soul slowly dies
I see that you are suffering
And all I can do is cry
The pain is so intense it stings
What can I do to comfort you?
How can I take the pain?
There seems nothing I can do
And it is driving me insane
What can I do to wake you
From your nightmarish hell?
No matter what I can’t break through
I cry, I scream, I yell
what must I do to melt the ice
that covers your hardened heart?
will just my words suffice
or must body and soul be ripped apart
I saw you falling fast
Seems you forgot how to fly
All due to the dead hand of the past
Let me save you I cry
As I catch you in my wings
Grab onto me I plead
For you truly mean everything
All I want is to fulfill your every need
Yet life is so unpredictable
I thought I saw you at my door
The dice are on the table
I wonder if you long for something more
And that is when I find that there is a chance
To get through to your cold hardened heart
Life is nothing more than a dance
In which from you I don’t wish to part

 

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Damien

Her face is almond, her eyes are emerald. She is all I dream all I keep wishing for, I try to think of her story, our story but I am in a rut. I need 80,000 words according to the publishers for scifi and fantasy novels. I only have aprox 40,000. YIKES.

Innocence: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

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I loved like no other man but my heart was shattered. I wanted to be a villain. No, I was told I was the villain and so I believed.  I became bitter. I committed acts of bitterness and believed them to be evil. She saw past the bitterness. It wasn’t right away. In her eyes I was a monster, the demon of her nightmares. But, I was also her comfort. She did not know it was me.  I fell in love with her grace, she fell for…

…I do not know for even now I am bitter. Even so, when she laughs it brings me joy. She comforted my pain. Her hand on my shoulder she whispered it was ok, that she understood. I held her I never wanted to hurt her. We kissed, this time it wasn’t empty, it was real.

When I kissed her it all melted. My pain was a distant memory. I knew I had to marry her, I loved her genuinely.

She led a charmed life, sheltered she was safe. I did not share this good fortune. My life was war. I saw death as a young boy. I was a teenager when I first killed. She never left her village, never killed a man. It felt cruel to train her for war. How could I strip her innocence?

I started by changing her irreparably. I introduced her to the ghost of Lady Elewyn. Elewyn knew death. She took Elewyn’s hand and Elewyn vanished, her soul imparted knowledge.

Koraki Saros Kanosis

Dilong of the Earth : Aldaria Snippet

By Damien Knight

Some dragons are wind, some are water, some are fire, but me I’m Earth. I breathe life. I am all that shines and grows green in the sun. Let the vines rise, the flowers bloom and the trees grow tall and thick. I am the ancient Dilong that oversees all. Amongst the council none can say they themselves were born of Gaia the divine. When the first dragons came to be we were born of gods. Let us remember we and them are the same and let there be peace.

Rekindled: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Ayana walked through the shopping mall. It had been weeks since her and Koraki spoke. The argument was over a simple cup of coffee but Ayana had built rage and stored it. She left distancing herself from him and her hand maiden, Sallandra.

Ayana wondered if Koraki was with another woman now? Her stomach turned. The idea of someone else in his arms made her sick with jealousy but she didn’t dare tell him these thoughts.

Ayana wandered into a store that carried dark clothes and odd jewelry. She glanced at a red and black corset dress. Maybe this would keep her mind off him. She then heard a cashier talk to another costumer.

“Can I help you today?”

Ayana panicked when a familiar baritone replied. Why was he here? He pointed to tongue rings in the case.

“Oh.Yes, I would like the purple ones there please.” He said, “And the black brow ring too.”

“Let me get those out for you.” She answered.

The cashier went to get the key to unlock it. Ayana hid in the clearance area her heart pounding. She wasn’t sure she was ready to confront Koraki yet. She wasn’t sure she could look him in the eye. A brow ring, she thought, He pierced his brow? She wanted to see if it looked good, to touch it. Just then the voice interrupted her thoughts.

“I know you are there Ayana,” He said.

Ayana stepped out and gave a shy wave. Koraki smiled as the lady unlocked the case and retrieved the jewelry. Koraki pointed to his brow.

“Come, take a look at what I did,” He laughed.

“Did it hurt Koraki?” She whispered.

Ayana crept closer and placed a finger on it. Koraki’s behavior perplexed her. He acted like nothing was wrong. How did he forgive so easy?

“Yeah, a bit. I mean they shoved a needle in my eye. I missed you, Princess. What you been up too?”

Ayana followed him as he went to the cash register to pay.

“Watching the kids, shopping, talking to Mum.”

Koraki nodded, then turned to look at her. His blue eyes warmed to her. Without saying a thing, he hugged her and let go.

“That’s fantastic! Seems like things are going good then for you?” He grinned.

“No, No Koraki they aren’t.” She blurted, “I don’t want to be alone to be without you.”

“You left on your own and whenever you feel ready, I am always there for you. Now come if you choose I am going to the food court for a bite to eat.”

Ayana nodded and followed. He was so confident she had no idea that as he spoke he doubted that she would come back to him. She didn’t know how much he missed her. Koraki sat down and she sat next to him.

“So um, yeah I am not really good at this but Ayana…” He trailed.

“Yes.”

“Sura, I,” He blushed, “I would like to ask you out on a date. What do you think?”

Koraki had brushed her hair from her face. Ayana gazed back confused, he even called her Sura.

“What is a date? I Have never heard of this. What do you do on dates?”

“Well when a guy likes a girl, he’s supposed to ask her out. Like, take her to movie or go to dinner. Um, I never was good at that though, asking a girl. Guess I don’t like hearing no. But I will take the chance with you. I love you.”

“A movie sounds nice. I would love to see the next “Harry Potter” movie. Do you want to see it?”

He nodded, “Actually I wanted to see the new Pirates movie. Want to go this Friday?”

Ayana squealed in surprise at this and threw her arms around him.

“Yes, oh Yes! I can’t wait.”

“Perfect so see you Friday then? You know you can call me anytime you want right?”

Ayana’s face dropped and an air of seriousness filled them. She lowered her head and spoke with soft hesitance.

“Koraki, should we stay um separate then for a while?”

“Oh, living arrangements. Um, yes prolly. We have smothered each other, Ayana. I apologize for expecting too much of you. Now,” He stood up, “Give me a hug.”

Ayana hugged him tight and she looked up into his eyes. Koraki smiled, a grin so evil, so corrupted, and yet that jagged gleam brought her comfort. He pulled her in and she kissed those dark lips. He had forgiven her and still loved her. They could make this right, she could be his again.

“I love you, Koraki,” She whispered.

“I know.”

Koraki vanished from her arms. Ayana’s heart pounded as her the emptiness once more filling her. No, she had to think positive. She was still his after all.

A Troubled Romance : An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Ayana woke in the morning to make a pot of coffee. She slammed the pot into the coffee maker. Her brow furrowed, things between her and Koraki had become strained. She sighed. She loved Koraki but she couldn’t take the pressure anymore. She turned on the radio and a Lady Gaga song just cut off and the radio announcer spoke. He gave the daily traffic report. His voice drowned in her own thoughts.

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No Mercy: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

I remember the day I died. We were told that we were fighting for our freedom. My kind slain and our fins removed, experimented on. We were an aquatic race, our fins were our life and we were told he was to blame.

The ocean bay was my home. My city was just under the waves. A commanding officer ordered us to attack. Defend our territory. A fatal mistake. Arajuan was the one I attacked. Before I could spear him his hands were upon my throat. He laughed, a dreadful cackle I will never forget.

I was dead. Those scarlet eyes would not give the merfolk mercy, I was certain. And before I could even contemplate my fate, I was consumed, turned to ash and sucked in to a dark swirling sea. I waited in the depths of his soul lost.

I am Asuana the mermaid lost in the darkness.