Waking up on a monday after a Saturday of dancing and a sunday of doing nothing but stay alone in my bed my happy thoughts keeping me company the world reduced to nothing but the tick-toc of my clock reminding me that the night draws near and on its tail chasing like a happy demon from the depths of hell the sun with her rays like shards of glass, ripping through my curtains piercing my eyes, forcing me to wake up and face the day, and deal with people and solve problems and smile and laugh and deal with people.. Is the worst torture of all
She stalks through the foliage, her feet gliding through the damp earth, her breath coming in short silent spurts, her ears cocked to all sounds from the sleeping forest attentive, waiting, impatient.
Her heart beats a crazy rythmn in her chest, an owl hoots a few Paces infront of her, causing her blood to run fast and cold in her veins but she maintains her outward demeanor. No sweat covers her brow, her hand doesnt shake where it holds the spear.
They stalk behind her, their dark fur blending with the leaves and trees, their hateful breaths sending cold shivers down her spine. They are five, she could count them by how their anticipatory sighs swept on her fur, making her shiver.
Almost there, almost there..
Blue monkey steps through the boundary that separates their lands and Aragans lair, all warmth seeps from her body and she turns in one fluid motion sending her spear through one of the minions who is right behind her stupid enough to think she coukd hear, couldnt feel his hatred at the back of her neck. He lets out a cry as dark blue bood flows out of the hole in his chest and he collapses gurgling, the blood soaking the land, her spear is already out aimed at the next one who leaps at her from the shadows, a war cry on his toungue, she holds the spear with both hands and pushes it through his stomach, lifting him up and throwing him behind her shoulder. She stabs another behind her with the back of her spear, pushing him back a few steps but still they hit harder from all sides, some with clubs most with fists, more with gruesome hand made weapons as is the way of the Araga.
The blows bring her to her knees, she sees blood, she tastes blood, her vision blurs as one drives his fist through the side of her neck.
Drawing all pain into her, all rage, shr pictures her brother silver monkey lying there, his body turned to dust, the earth weeping for him, her world dieing for him. The blows keep coming, and still she laughs a painful keening sound…
Then she explodes.
make me more patient Lord, let me take it a day at a time,
make me stronger, let not the wicked ways of men sway me,
let your arms surround me and your peace engulf me.
let not my anger consume or pride lead me,
make me a woman after your own heart
make me grateful lord, let me not desire anothers portion,
anothers health, or wealth or life,
teach me to be the best version of me, the best person you want me to be
word prints for daily prompt portion
the village is right in the middle of the valley, a quaint place dotted with several smoking huts made of bamboo branches, mud and wild flowers the hut are so much a part of the forest birds nest on top of them creating a symphony of color and sound as the monkeys go about their lives.
blue monkey and father walk behind queen. she,glides through the air, her feet not touching the ground, her fur a blinding white, but every monkey villager stands up taller when she passes. her radiance spreading trough all of them, infusing them with strength and peace. blue monkey is awed by her mother,
” i will be that someday” she whisper, the prospect thrills and scares her at the same time. father stands tall beside her, his black goat skin draging behind him as if a cape. queen turns around and smiles at them,
” where is my errant son, he knows we have to..”
silver monkey jumps from a tree, smiling,
“am here mother..”
‘that’s queen to you boy..” father says sternly
“come on father..
the explosion is loud and sudden, throwing the monkeys a few feet off the ground before sucking them back in an un relentlessness gravitational pull. the whole village screams in pain as their fur ins burnt and limbs are broken. a series of more blasts erupt around the village in coordinated rhythm forcing the monkeys to retreat screaming into the mountains, the fire is hot and fierce a blood thirsty master, pulling all into his unquenchable thirst.
“oh mother helps us, help us!”
the queen rises up from the smoke and dirt and fire, an avenging angel of light, she spreads her arms wide and the fire comes to her, all of it flowing to her chest, the villagers all glance up at her, at their queen, their mother their savior. all knowing what comes next and no one able to stop her.
she takes all the fire inside her, all the pain, and suffering, restoring broken bones, turning back time as if nothing happened. finally she fades as the smoke would have.
“mooootthheerr…” screams blue monkey
fifteen miles south in Aragans lair
he leans weakly on his walking stick, his war council all looking at him expectantly. he feels the breath fill him making him stringer as soon the the queen breaths her last. he stands up straighter
“we attack in the morrow”
“Noooo,!” Screams the blue monkey running on all fours towards the prone figure of the silver monkey. She stops besides the body and takes his head on her hands, daring him to breathe, begging him to move. Silver monkey opens his glazed over eyes and stares at her, she is crying wildly her screams echoing through the valley and bouncing back to her. Silver monkey closes his eyes the blood from his wound turning black as soon as it hits the ground, the black spreading all around them as if an ulcer,killing all the green from the grass. Kalamatuz abhors murder. Any innocent blood dropped on the valley turns toxic, killing everything on site.
Blue monkey drops silver monkeys head and shuffles back, moving away from the toxic blood, her screams still loud and painful as if wrenched from her very soul. She beats her chest and roars, pulls the fur from her arms and head and dances around the silver monkey, now thumping her chest now swinging on her fore arms. She keeps up this ritual for a while until all the life essence drains from silver monkey and the place where he once lay is nothing but charred earth and a lonely spear.
She drops next to the burnt earth, exhausted, her tears spent. She lies down staring at the spot where her brother once lay, and with every breath she took, her pain crystallized into anger then icy revenge, she lay there until her heart froze over in her chest.
“I must go to father..” She whispered
There is this valley in the middle of a forest right before you get to the ocean, its called kalmatuz. The place is ancient, the rivers running in it cool and clear, the trees and foliage a deep green. A green so deep you see black and rivers so clear the sky is reflected in them.
The valley is woken every day by a symphony of twitters from birds of all shapes and colors,and baby pumas run around the trees playing with each others tails. The sun’s rays filtered through the leaves creating a feeling of descending halleluhya. Butterflies flutter from petal to petal spreading love and color and a mood of tranquility. &;The world here is silent as if someone put the TV on mute.
The silver monkey stares from its perch on the branch, one long arm wrapped around the branch on top of his head the other one hanging low, with its tail. It stares straight ahead seemingly at nothing at first, until the leaves part in rapid succesion and he ducks swinging on the branch he was seated on and dropping to a lower branch, the long brown spear with a glinting head he missed connects with the next tree with a loud thump. He screeches in anger or challenge and swings from branch to branch running from spears that seems to come out of nowhere and in all directions, he takes one on his thigh and he yanks breaks it midair, keeping the head in his skin to reduce the bleeding. The forest turns into a cacophony of noise large birds flying out of their roosts as the silver monkey grabs on the branches, he moves with purpose with a strength and fragility borne of practice, the next spear hits him right on his back and comes through the front propeling him through the last tree and he remains suspended in air for a few moments, blood pouring down his back and a keenining gurgling scream dying on his lips and he falls down to the clearing,..