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Justice- A Thought on Love and Evil

Damien Knight

Written as From “Arajuan/Koraki Kanosis”

 

Perfect rage, anger and hatred

These are not evils

No these feelings

They mean you have loved

It is love that is  the root

Of anger, fear and pain.

It is our love that causes

Us to feel loss

What is evil is

Forgetting this love

And becoming consumed

Turning to rage alone

And forgetting Justice

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

 

Rekindled: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Anika walked through the shopping mall. It had been weeks since her and Koraki spoke. The argument was over a simple cup of coffee, but Anika had built rage and stored it. She left distancing herself from him and her handmaiden, Sallandra.
Anika 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.
Anika wandered into a store that carried dark clothes and odd jewellery. 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?”
Anika 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. Anika hid in the clearance area her heart pound. 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 Anika,” He said.
Anika stepped out and gave a shy wave. Koraki smiled as the lady unlocked the case and retrieved the jewellery. Koraki pointed to his brow.
“Come, look at what I did,” He laughed.
“Did it hurt Koraki?” She whispered.
Anika crept closer and placed a finger on it. Koraki’s behaviour 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?”
Anika 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.”
Anika nodded and followed. He was so confident she did not understand 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 great at this but Anika…” He trailed.
“Yes.”
“Sora, 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. Anika gazed back confused, he even called her Sora.
“What do you mean a date? 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?”
Anika 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?”
Anika’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, Anika. I apologize for expecting too much of you. Now,” He stood up, “Give me a hug.”
Anika 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. Anika’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

Anika 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 out 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.

Preparing For The Party: An Aldaria Journal

By Damien Knight

Anika stood in the doorway a drink in her right hand. She leaned her left arm against the frame and licked white wine off her lush red lips. She wasn’t much of a drinker, but this was a joyous occasion. The King’s son had just come home from battle, the crown prince, it was a long year.

Anika sighed, court life bored her to tears. She sipped again and watched Koraki prepare himself. His deep voice broke the silence as he gazed in the mirror.

“Milady come help me get this armor on” he said.

He pointed to the royal armor. It was Greek style armor with silver chest plate and a blue leather war kilt. Blue and Silver were the national colours of Aldaria. She heaved and stepped forward.

“Can’t you magic it on milord?” she groaned.

“I could but then I wouldn’t have you helping me would I. Don’t ask just do.” he commanded.

Anika understood now, this was a way to be in touch with him. He could do it himself, but he wanted her to do it. She felt content. Anika placed her glass of wine down on the side table. She walked over to the armour on the bed and picked it up. Koraki grinned, his black teeth like jagged jaws of a shark. His sinister smile pleased Anika. She adjusted his war kilt, her hands slid along the leather and as she did her mind slid along memories.

Anika thought on how she met him the first time. How he knew who she was, and she knew in her heart who he was. The fear could be felt in her heart and the pain in her legs as if it was yesterday. The dragon princess, strong and mouthy, brought to her knees by his blade. She could feel the blood down the back of her legs the pain of the spear in her stomach. Was the war really over now?

“Anika?” he whispered.

She snapped out of her trance.

“Anika, my helmet.”

“Yes sir,” she replied.

She reached to comb out his hair first. He swatted it away with a scowl.

“My helmet” he repeated.

She placed it on him. He looked strong, commanding, like a king.

“Arajuan?” she whispered “what is my role tonight.”

He laughed, “You are my queen. Go get properly dressed and my dear.”

She gazed at him. What did he mean properly?

“Oh and no more wine for you tonight.” He laughed.

With that he took her wine and drank it down.

Koraki’s Wedding Day: An Aldaria Journal

Napidő 45, Oszi Idő

I was biting my nails truth be told. Today was my wedding day. It was afternoon and I was in the palace dealing with a talking lion when a woman screamed.

“Kill the snakes, just kill them.” She shrieked.

I agreed with the woman and went to kill the snakes. You see that is one of my biggest fears, snakes. You’d be scared too if snakes on earth had the jaws of an alligator. Well, I went to kill what looked like a common boa which was not the type of snake I expected. As I drew my sword, a lioness named Palmer stopped me.

“Koraki, I am ashamed of you killing an animal out of fear. If you don’t want the snake in the palace just tell it to leave. We animals have families too.” Palmer growled.

Just when I thought the palace could not feel more like a zoo a tiger sauntered in. He spoke to the snakes and told them to leave. Meanwhile Palmer berated me more.

“Me and the tiger are just as deadly as those constrictors and cobras yet you do not fear nor banish us from your sight. You do not try to kill us,” Palmer growled.

“I get it Palmer but tell that to the women of my court. I am king I must protect them and if they fear the snakes, if Sal and Susan do not feel protected, then how can they work.”

Palmer growled with discontent at my response. She stalked off while the tiger nudged me. His voice was gruff, and I realized this was a male tiger. I am unsure now why that is important to note.

“Speaking of women of the court, Go, Anika, sent you a letter.”

“A letter? Why she,” I responded.

I opened the letter and began reading aloud.

“Dearest Koraki,

We have been planning this wedding for a while now and the gardens are beautifully decorated. My mother and my adopted mother both wish to attend. I hope this causes no issues as I know that some in the kingdom are troubled that you have chosen to marry me. We had not foreseen this problem as we have been lovers and assumed the people were both aware and accepting.

I have terrible news on that matter, your people still fear dragons and elves. You are binding your interests with both through our marriage and your kingdoms interests. I am for this as I have begged to marry many a time only to have your stern rejection to my hearts dismay. I now wonder if you still wish to pull forward with the plan. The Dragon Council and the Palace of Lenagard await your response.

With all my love,

Anika Sora Tsuki (BlackHeart)”

I felt my heart sink, today was the day we were to wed but my love was not even here. Fear must have kept her procession in Lenagard. Her men Tsuke and Tuk were with her. And the guards I had reminded me of a video game the earthlings are fond of. That thought made me laugh then I realized that game advocated killing dragons and the main race in it hated elves. Had the ideas of Gaia slipped back into our world?

“What the hell” a deep growl inside my head rose as I heard Arajuan’s voice “Get a message back to her dumb ass”

“Sal midear.”

I called out for one of Anika’s hand maidens. The blond girl ran over her eyes sparkled.

“Yes Master?”

“Go to Anika and her men and tell them the wedding is still on if she wishes.”

Sal nodded and ran off. Now to wait. Damn, I thought as I walked to the balcony overseeing the entrance, I hate the waiting. As I watched to my amazement Anika, who was being led by the escort of the elderly Queen Esmir, was just in the distance. Just then two of my guards without orders attempted to attack her. I vanished and reappeared in Anika’s shadow a technique known as Shadow Running.

“Your guards were swift in eliminating them,” I said looking at the dead men.

“Yes milord, we trust you had nothing to do with it of course,” Queen Esmir sneered.

She was right to be leery of me for many years her kind were an enemy of Arajuan.

“Mother, Arajuan was not responsible for this.”

Anika turned her head to address me.

“And you are not supposed to lay eyes on me till we are at the altar as is your peoples custom.”

“I know, I know, but your safety over rides tradition. As king of this land it is my personal duty to escort you and your people to the gardens safely and I will.”

“Some will challenge your claim to the throne once more because of this wedding, how will you answer them?” Anika responded.

“Is it better that you and I have children and remain unwed? Ah but that is not an adequate one is it. I bear the scars of fighting for this kingdom scars my father gave me. My father was Gori I his eldest son, That makes me rightful heir and in due accordance of the law I am to marry a princess of my choice. Now normally my father would have chosen, but he is dead so what can I say.”

“He would never have picked me.” Anika responded.

“And I would never had married either, but hypotheticals don’t matter my love,” I responded.

The palace doors opened and I lead them to the Garden. The palace was filled with the scent of fresh picked blossoms. Red carpets laid in all the halls.
“What sort of scars do you bear in fighting for Aldaria?” Esmir asked, “Do you bear the marks that will return children to their mourning mothers? Children killed by you and your men.”

“He bears those marks mother. I have seen them if you recall. He bears enough scars a map can be made of the lines.” Anika retorted.

The other women blushed at her remark and I smiled at Anika. So willing to defend the man who was to be her husband. I picked a good bride.

“I must get ready. Sal, and Susan seat our guests with the others and let the wedding begin.”

I left them with the hand maidens and hurried off to change to my royal dress armor. It would not be long before she would walk down the aisle. I returned to the gardens and stood where the Mage of Aphrodite was waiting. I looked down the aisle and saw Mika leading her. Anika was stunning, the dress was of such beauty no mortal words could describe it. I took her arm into my own and lead her the rest of the way. As the priest asked the vows and tied our wrists, I kissed my bride. For a moment I wished we hadn’t waited so long, that I hadn’t refused her so many times before. While it hadn’t seemed important it did now, she was happy, and that made the difference.

“Anika, I will love you for eternity.” I whispered.

I swept her from her feet and looked out at those who attended. I addressed them. So many had come out the gardens were full of friends and family. I could see Palmer no longer a lioness but a woman with light sandy hair. I was grateful to all them.

“Thank you, my guests, for attending. We are glad to start this new journey with all of you and now we shall share a feast.”

Yes, it was a good wedding.