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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.
“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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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.