Meijen dreamt of the past and felt a pang of melancholy. At a certain moment of her life, she had been happy. It was a different happiness from today, when she remembered and smiled at the memory. In those days, she jumped in glee. Or did she? She supposed she did. The past had happened, but how could she trust her brain to keep an exact copy of it? Or was that even possible?
"Milady, you must not!" a guard warned when she tried to leave alone.
His words felt like an injection of acid in her veins. "Must not". She thought. What was it worth being a queen if it meant she wasn't free to roam her realm? Her right hand trembled on her cane as she tried to keep herself together. Then she opened her eyes quickly, and with a terrifying gaze beaming into the guard's eyes, she raised her left hand and put a knife right below his breastbone.
She wasn't strong enough to pierce beyond his jacket more than a milimeter, but that was enough for any living being without immunity to her poison. He'd last a few more days.
She walked forward, leaving a dumbfounded guard, looking at the place where a tiny puncture had taken his life. He knew the symptoms, he'd seen the victims first hand. Yet he never thought he'd fall like that.
He looked around and noticed his brothers in arms, all with a solemn face. They knew his fate. He looked down and felt himself be taken by the bio-hazard team into quarantine. No euthanasia; everyone spent their last days in agony in the yellow room.
Meijen put the knife in its scabbard, hidden beneath her tunic, then caressed it, feeling its cold wooden texture, the tiny places where, like terrain, its surface rose and descended, creating the tool that had accompanied her for such a long time. She'd never named it. She could now. Lucy. That was a good name. The bringer of light.
As she walked alone on the dimly lit road to the market sector, the strong feeling of melancholy inundated her senses. Perhaps it was good that time passed, that the surroundings withered around her. She could now feel her majesty for surviving for so long and be glad that she'd been lucky to be happy once.
I was away for almost a week! I had stopped because I felt I had to keep a certain aesthetic rhythm to my blog (and my creative thoughts were not following that rhythm). I decided to change the river's path a bit. I'll be posting stories with more variation to them.
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