Sweet of Mercy

Part I.

A Sword, A Rage, and A Rabbit.

Sleepy and astonished, living alone behind a glass box bed. There used to be four guards and they had died and were left unawakened, until they were surrounded by all the blooming and dry roses of thorns. Four tokens with silver were placed to share the memories of one day when awakening came.

The shadows under the eyes that were chained to open because it wasn't even a beautiful dream but all the darkness and pain inside crawling devoured all the memories and the determination to live life as profit. Even in sleep, tears keep falling and it makes the bed still sweaty. Knowing once the light comes to be seen again, another journey will begin. New hope and new promise. But the time to let it go is harder than talking because it's all in the head. Heads with memory cannot be erased, cannot be reset. A wish is not an option. It stays there and gets heartbroken.

In a dream, the bitter becomes hatred and torment. Let the world burn in hell, and it's all just something that can't be explained. Past anger needs to be contained. It's very devastation and wants to get out. Like the devil in the soul. The struggle to hide it once it came out, it wouldn't be the same. This is so wrong, would kill if had to. The reason for staying asleep until now and getting lost in sorrow.

Too cruel, to cruel. It changes personality and there is no way out. There is no way to reverse. Not looking for mercy, not wanting to be forgiven. The hole was too big so there was no chance for good. In this tragedy, a criminal forever chooses death.

Until finally the light appeared. She woke up. Beautiful eye color. The pale skin had turned into bloom again. She looks around and finds memoirs of guardians and finds out that dream ended when they were there and they are not here anymore. She opened the glass case and all the flowers were torn and fell on the ground. She was crying and still crying. She didn't know how to stop because in reality there was so much emptiness. Full of color and only she lives and survives. Because she finally got out of bed, and her bare feet touched the leafy floor. They are all gloomy. She  had seen it as golden yellow once. Now, she knew, even breathing had a price. Now, she walked out. Like a single swan, she dances on the earth, again. As a happy ending, every hope in every story.

She  meets people around and no one knows. She 's a nobody. She asks for something to help and with tries to help. Little by little, she learned how things were. She is deeply in love, now with her simple life. The things she never thought about made mind so calm and feel valuable. Far from the curses and curses like it used to be. She heard about herself. The days passed, some made cry, some made laugh. Everything was so slow and persevered. Slow like a baby's step. However, like this is a second chance. Like the wheel of destiny that keeps turning she didn't know what was coming.