I wish that I am in a dream,
where I can grant my every wish.
But it’s so far for me to fetch,
Guess I’ll stay aside silently.
You say whenever there’s a will,
there must be a way out there.
But I don’t believe it at all,
since you shattered my dream.
It all begins when you hit,
all the way into my heart.
It also ends that moment,
when you rejected all my feelings.
My heart aches hard,
My soul bleeds greatly,
it just never stop,
carries on with eternity.
So I wonder should I stop living?
If I just vanish,
from your memories.
Will you still take that tiny, little boy inside me,
and keep him in your heart?
A Wishful thinking you call it.
You’re sometimes cold, sometimes passionate.
You sometimes goes kind and sometimes goes with hostility.
A fine comment from you containing sarcasm,
It’s so contagious that it gets me addicted.
Gently I climb onto your balance,
My existence somehow shakes your will.
You acted alright,
But I was never aware of your motive.
Your pheromone knotted my nose,
Your strong image imprinted in my mind,
Your voice echoed within my thoughts.
You’re just as mysterious as the treasures under the hidden sea.
You’re just as capricious as the naughty imps.
Being with you, It’s a risk,
never a breeze but a bid.
What I always wished?
It’ll be getting to you bit by bit
So when I can get you or when will you get me?
Is it a never or an ever?
Perhaps fate shall decide and enlighten me?
May the god bless the wise one
To be rendered immortality
May the goddess bless the brave one
To be granted victory.
The sword which was showered bloodily
Had enlightened our tomorrow for us.
The shining armor which was brutally shattered
Shall bring new life for our people the day after.
The bloodshed field fragranced the battle even more
The swordsmen whose rationality was eaten
The mages whom were bisected right upon the spells
The war, represented cruelty.
The mortality, represented endless greed.
Oh empress, my beloved empress,
The words you bestow upon me
Weighted my will
Bonded my soul
Slaughtered my freedom
Your tender stroke,
Also the wish you voiced gently,
An accursed command it is.
But I left no regret.
Even till the very end.
May my soul be tarnished by you
“It’s a nightmare.” Mumbled the principal of the academy.
“Nope…” The man in a black tuxedo declined, “It’s a miracle for this child to get into your forest.”
“This can’t be another mischief from that beanstalk giant right?” Senior Karajan spoke with a horse voice. “Teach this mortal some spells of yours, Ivana.” Then very hurriedly, the man left.
Sir Karajan dug the fainted boy’s pocket, hoping to find some clues on his identity, however, nothing was found other than sticky blobs of mud. The child was dirtied with mud, looked like he was just carried from the pond to the academy. “16-18 years old, I guess.” Approaching the boy, Sir Karajan speculated. “Poor boy.” The principal showed some sympathy, “Alcudi.” She uttered, “That will be his name.” She decided so as she moved him upstairs with floating spells.
When one is confused, one would follow what the majority does when observing.
This is called “Conformity”, which is an ability we had utilized for ages whenever we are adapting to a new enviroment.
“However, adapting to something could mean to forget something in the past too..” Muttered Yong Lin as he twirled the bottle of potion.
And failing to adapt to the group means to be repelled, being repelled means to be alone, being alone means to be inferior, being inferior, through all kinds of processes can equal to…
“Death…” A radical answer given by Yong Lin.
“But this is not the point! The point is – What could I wish for him?” His mind could stop thinking of this.
When one is focusing at something else and had been irritated by the noises for long, one would somehow ignore it.
The name is “Neural adaptation”, where your senses had already made used of the existence of the targeted background noises.
The brutal cry for help, from you, Adam, couldn’t be transmitted to me…
“I almost forgot… that Adam did vanish before…” Yong Lin, feeling guilty, hit the window with his forehead. He recalled one of the major news that went slipped off his eyes when he was busy with his assignments. Adam was spotted at the lakeside on the day when the case happened, people thought this philosopher was in a bad mood and also he’s a repelled one in his community, therefore…
In the afternoon later on, he was gone, leaving his bag at the lakeside.
Where could he be? Isn’t the answer obvious?
Why did I feel so immoral of myself? Perhaps… Maybe I am actually the culprit for his suicidal?
“Yong Lin.” A call from the door outside, “Get the door opened.” Ordered Alcudi and Yong Lin quickly got him entered. He was holding a huge chest and that chest, “Wait.”, was magically sealed. With a few swings made by his wand, the seal became broken easily.
“What are you doing?” Asked Yong Lin.”These…” The young magician showed Yong Lin a number of scrolls in the chest, “They are my treasure.” He untied one of them, “All these are my favorite spells which I find it extremely fun when I learned it.”
“So…?” Yong Lin still didn’t get the situation.”First, I apologize. Sorry for being rude to you. I didn’t mean to be cold or hostile.” He took out the other scrolls. “Second, I brought all these because I wanted to share it with my new friend.”
Yong Lin, upon hearing that line from Alcudi, had his heart whipped by his conscience.
Guilt… stop coming to me… Don’t make my choice years ago a kind of karma…
What would Adam become if I was by his side all the time?
Will it… make a difference?