Forbidden AllianceIn Greek mythology, thee Labyrinth has a certain dichotomy. Infinite traps in an inescapable maze that was created but than abandoned. An elaborate structure meant to hold the Minotaur from wreaking destruction upon the innocence of Greece. Built so cunningly that even it's architect had difficulty returning to his daily living. I must say whomever wrote these fables is incredibly retarded.
Clarice Michelle Zeraz walks along a bridge of fractured skulls. Expired blood flows from sockets that once held courageous eyes. Deadly sins surround her unbalanced soul. Skin is at a standstill because it dare not show a sign of fear. She however doesn't care for the sadistic decorations even if her heart pathetically begs her to end the foolishness. However, she is unable to prevent what happens next. In the oncoming hours she shall declare her supremacy onto those who believed her to be nothing more than a punch line. An ebony veil conceals her flawless countenance. Her hand is taken by her closest ally, Seward.
Once upon a time I was in the dark. Falling apart with an open heart. I let a man in. Pushed away all my problems. Focused the entirety of life onto him and our future. Sadly I grew bored. My love didn't dwindle but I desired far more than peacefulness. I blame myself but oh well. What's done is done. A love denied. A love never hidden but still it ended because destiny took its course.
People judged me for my actions afterwards but oneself cannot judge a book by its cover. Yes, it is true I actually floated on cloud nine for some time. Living peacefully with a man I adored. In all honesty it was yet another illusion. A gift that couldn't last forever. I knew this for a fact. I mourned the loss of happiness. Soon enough, owed favors muddled my mind.
A preconceived notion for success still influences my every action. I know what I have become but for once I'm ready to escape the darkness and touch the light. Let the naysayers judge me but success will be mine eventually. I will prove myself...to myself. I accept all my mistakes made in these twenty-nine years of living but who are these women and men to judge moi?
Strangers ask that I act brokenhearted but why should I? How can I express love to the dead? My son will understand his mother's actions because all she ever wanted was happiness for herself and the future. Is that really selfish? Too strive for joyfulness in a solemn soul. Creating a dynasty for her lineage is a dream near completion. A dream that cannot be destroyed by the fates. I am not the villain of this story. I am a hero for god's sake. What happened to Michael was an honest to gosh mistake.
I don't demand redemption. I ask for acceptance for who I am. A flawless entity surrounded by ugly personas.
Seventy inches of blond hair stretched out onto the floor. Swaying to her own rhythm, her melodious voice fills the vacuum of nothingness. Welcoming the arrival of King Vasilias, the executive administrator respectfully bows her head when in his presence. He is the reason behind her new found confidence. Her king gives her strength during the most turbulent of times. In order, to defuse any misconceptions the masked beauty signals Seward to lower his trident.
"Clarice! What is the meaning of such extravagance? I gave you a single opportunity to scrape any possible defectors from our court and instead you set up a trap within the maze of Daedalus. For some time now I have ignored the detailed rumors of your misconduct but this, this is an aberration of what your duty as my adviser entails. Please do explain this overzealous plan of action. I fear acquiring your assistance during the war has become a liability rather than an asset."
Shackles near shambles shake as the Minotaur huffs and puffs. Its mouth craves tissue, its hands clench for guts. Violet eyes peer through the ebony veil. Insulted by his unwavering questions she can can only take offense. From the darkness arrives a doppelganger of Clara Mass whom intercedes from the staring contest shared between two wise folks. Dressed in turquoise wrestling gear, an auburn mercenary taps the chest of the All-Father lightly.
"I have informed Hermes to lie to Alceus, Helena, and company. They already believe me to be some type of villainous who intends to take your throne. Rumors of which are indeed false. Rumors spread by the very people who intend to thwart whatever plans they presume I have. My King this is simply a test to weed out those who think ill of the new Olympian hierarchy. Not to mention we must figure out if the Olympian Champion and Angeni actually do have eyes for your throne. I cannot allow my king to walk around blindly as his beloved nephew plots his downfall. Don't worry you won't have to lift a finger. If they so happen to survive and all my information is proved unreliable, I will drop the subject, and leave them alone. However, if I'm proven right. If there is even a slight clue that establishes my suspicions, I hope you will act accordingly."
Vasilias knows I am right. It is why he vanishes without pushing the matter. As my body sits on its throne, protected by the ever so vigilant Seward, I take to my astral form. Wandering the maze conceived centuries ago by Daedalus. Searching for the slightest hint of my prey's arrival. Let the games begin. And hopefully someone perishes this evening. Someone of the female gender specifically. Is that a hint of jealousy? Of course not. Call it female intuition.
All great changes are preceded by chaos ~ Deepak Chopra