Morale failure

Heh... I'm tired.
I could write so many things in here but I guess they are all just negative thoughts of a tiring season...
I just need to get myself together and get back to the fight, that's all. It's strange feeling like you need to talk to people, yet you don't feel like you have any interesting topic to discuss about.
Heh...

Blub blub blub...

The dream capsule

This, my boy, is a dream capsule.
What does it do?
It holds a dream for you, so nothing the world decides to use against you, will ever blind you in the pursuit of that dream. Many times are we lost in the sorrow of Despair Heights, for it is the rule of this world that we must fight for ourselves in there. And in these many times, we get to lose sight of our dreams, and thus, we become empty. We become beings without an objective, beings without a reason to get out there and punch destiny on its horrid face.
So I'm going to conquer Despair Heights with this necklace?
If you never lose hope, yes.
So why don't they produce thousands of these and give to every person out there, so everyone has the ability to conquer the Heights and shine?
Oh, I think you misunderstood it.
Why?!
This is by no means a magical necklace that will make you king of the world. It's just an item to carry what you have of most precious. It does not make you stronger, it does not make you more intelligent. It just keeps your dreams at sight, and to overcome what lies ahead, you'll need the strength that lies within, not the strength that can be given by any item in this world. Many men have failed in their journey, as they thought they had achieved real strength by finding a powerful sword or a magical amulet. It just made them blind by power, and sooner or later, they've all discovered that destiny had tricked them. They failed while at success.
So, it's just a capsule where I put a paper?
If you look with your eyes, then, indeed, it's just a paper in its container.
I don't think I understand how exactly is this so powerful...
My boy, it takes time to understand the real power. I would be a fool if I believed you should be a master of such a knowledge at such a kind age.
But... then... what?
Eyes cannot see the real value of things. Just remember it.
Okay...


The mist increased as time went on. Day, night, it was all the same. That was one of the many strange features of that place, it all seemed to be focused on driving people insane. Many had he seen in complete dementia, some babbling with the wind, others attacking whatever crossed their way, afraid the demons had came back for them.
His demons, however, seemed to already have clutched their grotesque claws on his back. His body ached, his mind flew between random memories of the past, tainted by the years that went by. Fear and anger had already established their domains, making all these memories feel sad, even if they were happy to begin with.
He was alone, they were all gone. Everyone, left, one by one. Those words, the support, the smiles, every single kind act was a lie. No one had never truly been there for him.
And now, he faced the mist, sitting by a rock in the horrible soundings of Despair Heights.
It was all worthless.
He moved.
There lying on the floor, the weight of the world seemed even heavier in his chest. The pain of living increased every second that passed by. But that didn't bother him, it was just as if pain had became a constant of life. But, on his chest...
That felt unbearable, there was something weird with that pressure. Not as something that slowly waited for him to give up and embrace death, more like something that poked him and asked for attention.
He took off his chain mail, already conformed with the possibility of finding a new bruise or scar that had not been there. "Sooner or later, it has to be over...''
But there was nothing new in there, the same scars, that bruise on the right side of his belly, aching like hell, remembering him to never ever again approach a man screaming at the sky at that place.
And the necklace with the capsule pendant.
He looked, frowning, at the small capsule lying lazily over his body. Somehow, he had already forgotten it had been there. Could it be? All that weight?
He poked it, and as it smoothly rolled to the left, the insane pressure moved. He curiously picked it up. At his fingers, it felt just like the old small capsule he was given in remote times. Small, fragile and lightweight.
He stared at it for some time, perhaps a few minutes. Slowly, something took control over him. And as a child that is eager for tearing the wrapping and finding a birthday gift, he opened the capsule.
The paper was still there.
He was still there.


Just a short story for my new necklace. I wonder if everyone else creates stories for pretty much anything that happens around them...

Soldier smile

Not much to say right now... gotta go sleep soon.
I just found it funny, as I noticed today, I did quite well in these three weeks.
Sure, it wasn't as good as if parents were at home, but it was way better than my expectations.

It's almost like, seeing you've grown a bit. That's a reason to smile.

All jobs are done, can we play now?

Sure you can, boy. Sure you can.

It's also funny that using the chain that brings us doom, is the only way out of this mess.
But let's not worry about it now, we can enjoy peace for a brief moment.

Daydreaming, part 5

—My turn!
The punch came with an impressive speed, like an agitated animal that had been held for a long time.
It made him flinch a bit, but as the second one came, he got steady. Her punches didn't get to be as powerful as the first one, but she was dedicated.
That was the rule, twenty punches at least 5 with each arm, at whatever timing, though not following the aggressive rhythm of the music was pretty hard. Then they exchanged places, she got to hold the defensive apparel and he got to punch. His ones hit harder, but she didn't want him to take it easy, and in case anyone took it easy, the tables would turn and it would be the time for the other to punch, had one the defensive apparel or not.
It was frantic, it was fun.
They could get hurt, but it was still a fair game.
He still couldn't believe she accepted to train with him. But it didn't matter what he believed or not. She was there, that was what counted.
And in the end, both were too tired already, sitting side by side, smiling, puffing.
She laid her head on his shoulder. She still looked cute. He took her hand, it wasn't over yet.
—One last round.
She giggled. A brief moment of silence. She got up almost instantly.
—My turn!
And at the secret ending of the training, a milkshake.

And hell followed...

While we walk, you see the trees...
You see the cars, you see the way...
There's grass all around, an environment so pretty.
So free...
The wind blows... it's cold...
There's the lake, just a few meters away. You can see parts of it, the wind makes those fine thin waves...
It also enhanced the cold you feel. Remember, it's not piercing, it's more like a constant feeling of being alive. Not that cold, just good enough.
Just good... enough...
You can see the people, beautiful people, hanging around. Their cars, some normal, some for bragging.
There's all that in here, the lights, leaving those bright spots in the walkways, contrasting perfectly with the shadowy paths where light didn't manage to reach.
Most important of all, it's night.
A good night.

Now what you can't see.
There was this man walking around, a cotton checkered shirt, with big squares, alternating between black and dark gray, opened. Underneath, a normal tee, a big gray dragon facing a tiny knight. Fierce.
Clean shoes looking new, and dark blue jeans pants.
The hair, not in a particularly noticeable way, eyes just a bit more than half opened. Walking straight, looking around every now and then, not looking interested in anything in special. Probably won't hear your, 'cause of the earphones. Just your average creep.
And his giant shadowy demon minion.
A giant beastly creature with a black rocky skin, tiny eyes and a mouth with enough sharp teeth to put a shark into shame. The body looking like a big boulder, big hands and legs that move slowly, with large steps. The spine curved ahead, in a way that it could almost be a creature whose natural walking behaviour ought to be on fours.
Around the neck, a giant spiked collar made of rusty iron. Coming out of it, a large chain that lazily crawled at its owner's steps.
Walking a bit ahead, almost side by side with the man, another average looking man. His looks don't drag attention at all, even if he could be seen. His appearance, is not important. He mostly talks to the man.
And slowly, the invisible escort proceeded to a tree by the lake. The man sat there, listening to his songs.
Not much to worry, the two were there just in case needed, and also, because it's always good to go to such a place.
Just a calm night.
In the eyes of those who see it.