GOODNIGHT CHESTER
10:24 Aug 19 2005
Times Read: 585
~~~~this to is rather old and reflect much upon teenage experences. tis not a true story but a fraction of a dream i once had. tis the best i have written to this day, although very "prissy" and prehaps covered with inocense. i hope to write something of more depth and darkness in my later years.... never the less here it is, try to enjoy... ~~~~
I felt his soft embrace around my body, his strong dark gentle lips that trembled at the back of my neck. His heart beet pumped through my hand into my own veins.
“Pace” his melon honey voice rang though my ears. “Pace” again, the sound of my name on his lips. As soft as the sound of water rippling. Each tiny ripple, making its own song. “Pace” I heard every texture in the deep waters of his voice. “I love you Pace…”
“CHESTER!” I scream as I wake from my vivid nightmare. My vision is blurry and my heart is pounding as if it wants to break out of my heavy chest. Sweat pours from my brow and down my tear stained cheeks. “Chester” I whisper, my voice crackly and uneven. I can’t help but cry as I remember the horrible, unforgettably painful truth. Chester, the only person I’ve ever loved is… dead.
Deni had been a sister to Chester. Whenever lady luck dealt him a bad hand he would go straight to her. She had the power to make anyone fell better. Deni had that gift of comfort. She had a loud personality, very zany and outgoing. Fun loving. Chester had known her forever. He trusted her with his life. She was the one who took it.
Denni, running the engine outside the house, had been waiting for the boys: Mark, Ryan, Sabatian and my Chester. They were all drunk. All 5 of them. Mark, Sab and Ryan in the back, Chester in the passenger seat and Deni in the drivers seat. Off they went to the hotel. Denni missed a sharp corner, turned too late, too fast. Tumbling, crashing, windows smashing, yelling, screaming, shouting; silence… and a murderous splash. Tapo Lake was the owner of another 5 souls.
Died instantly, or so I have been told. I don’t know what to believe. Everyone just wants to make me feel better. I just want to feel the pain and let it eat away at me, until its full and can rest heavy and fat inside me until I die. Nothing will heel it till then. Words won't soothe me, only time can do that. The facts I know are, that Deni had been the only one to even get to hospital. She died two hours later. As for my dear Chester, Mark, Sab and Ryan they didn’t even make it out of the car in one piece. All because of a few bloody bears. Now I understand all the billboards against drink driving. I've even thought of a new catch phrase “if you love those here, don’t drink the beer, and then steer.” The image is a crying man and a woman's smashed up body on the bonnet of a crushed car. Like the man, I'm left with the after-math.
The only thing that runs round and round in my mind is the fact that I wasn’t there too. I wish I had been there. Not been so intent on staying the night at my father’s place. I wish I had said yes when Chester asked me to go with them. And most of all I wish, I wish I was dead!
The funeral is in an hour. Tye my best friend is going with me. He would go anywhere with me if I asked. Once, he almost walked into the girl’s bathroom with me. My parents aren’t often available. Dad only takes me on a 3rd Sunday and 8th Monday, mum takes me every other day, but she’s hardly around. Travel agents get that. Not at home much, when she is, its drinks with her friends or at a posh hotel with Brian, her current infatuation. But I can look after my self; I’m 17, not a child!
Just as I finish getting ready I notice Tye is sitting in the drivers seat of his old white Mercedes Benz. Horn tooting. Running down the stairs, I dread what today will bring. I can't accept that he’s really gone.
Tye puts an arm around me as I get in the car. We don’t talk. I think Tye knows I don’t want to, I can't. My face remains blank but my eyes give away the hidden pain within me. I stare into nothing as we drive. I glance over at him and see his eyes are red, he’s been crying. His steel grey eyes are now a cold blue. His hair is scruffy, a strawberry blonde mess. I sit there disgusted. How dare he cry, how dare he look such a mess. Chester was no one to him, only his best-friends lover. The anger builds up in me and I find myself suddenly repulsed by him. Tye is no longer here for me, only to make him look like he cares. I feel tears well up in my eyes. Tye must have sensed it because he holds my head to his shoulder and kisses it. How could I have hated him? My mind is so muddled. Tye loves me. He is here for me. “Sorry” I whisper so softly that it becomes a murmur of the engine. Unheard.
The car stops and I have to leave the comfort of Tyes arms. The halls clean cold painted white concrete walls tower over me. I reach for Tyes hand and find him beside me. My stomach churns as I enter the threatening doors, I regret ever thinking anything against Tye. Half his tears were for me and his pains are for mine. I'm so thankful for him. I close my eyes and walk. I'm in the middle of the hall when my eyes wearily prise themselves open. I look around. I know that there must be lots of people here. Family friends, reporter's even, but the only thing I can seem to see is the flowers. Blue, yellow and white. Chester’s favourites; blue iris’s, rosemary (he used to put it in everything he cooked. He loved the smell of rosemary. He even put it in my hair) white jasmine and white roses. The yellow carnations are for the ones he gave me on our first date.
Knocked on my door on a hot summer Friday evening. He’d just walked up and knocked.
“Hey Pacey, cant believe you’re home, um, I’m not doing much to night and id love to change that. Come to Marks party with me, like go out on a date? I mean if you want to and all. I don’t mind if you say no, it was a long shot anyway. I’ll just go by myself and try to have fun.”
He had said all of that in about 3 breaths. I’d never really spoken to him before, even though he was in my English class. So before I knew it I was saying: “Yeah why not pick me up at 8.” He did, and with him he brought yellow carnations.
I don’t know how long I’ve stood here. Possessed by the past. Tye’s still by my side. I fight back my tears and decide it’s time to go out-side where the ceremony will be held. The suns ironically warm and bright. It should be a happy day with the sun smiling and stroking my bare shoulders. The sky is so clear I can almost see myself. I’m dressed in a shoulder-less red dress, covered in black eyes. I know its tradition to where black, but Chester hated the tradition. “You should celebrate their life,” He used to say “not their death.” So I made the choice to where this. I wore this dress the night we first kissed. He loved the way my bright red hair seemed to dance in contrast with the garment. I have to smile to myself, he always saw me as an image of Aphrodite, with my burnt red hair and my bright green eyes, alive against the deep red of my dress. And then I remember the way he kissed me. I can still feel his lips on mine. We were at the fair.
“I can’t believe I’ve just been on a merry-go-round! I’m 17 and I’m going on a merry go-rounds!” it was our fifth date and Chester gave me one of his golden laughs. I always loved his laugh; his eyes would dance like little fireflies, happy and warm.
“Chester you’re going out with a 15 year old girl who's never been kissed. Can you believe that?” I said as I shot him a golden globe award smile.
“You know Pacey, I think I can.” He put his arm around me and brought us a ticket for the Ferris wheel.
We were at the top, when the machine ‘broke down’. (Or so he said, but I think I saw an extra tip and a few words between him and the ticket keeper.)
“We’re on top of the world now Pacey.” He said as a breeze began to blow.
“Look’n down on creation” I sang with a laugh. And it was then we kissed.
He could never find any faith in the idea of 'god', so there are no religious figures to be seen. But Chester had a fascination for ancient beliefs. His favourite was the American Indian spirituality. He could spend hours admiring paintings and studding the laws of nature. There's one of his favourite paintings on the east wall of the hall. It's only a print, Chester would have complained that it was steeling something from the real image, degrading it. I won't say anything. But it's there, a golden eagle and a woman, woven by their spirit. It's beautiful.
Everyone is taking their seats. I know it's time. I don’t want it to be. I pluck a white rose from an arrangement and manipulate it behind my ear. For some reason, I believe it will give me strength.
Joe foster stands and the last of the crowd takes their seats. Joe makes his way to the plat form. He's a short stubby man, you would never guess he was Chester's fathers at a glance. But if you look into his eyes, the same blue flames dance and sing. Joe, has a big heart and kind soul, Chester was his everything. He takes a deep breath, sighs and talks about Chester's love for art. I have to hold back a sob as Joe's voice fades and the memories wash in.
It was my sixteenth birthday. All I wanted was to be with Chester. I wanted him to take me to the places he wanted me to see. I wanted him to let me inside his soul. I got what I wanted. He took me to his studio.
The studio used to be his fathers study, but Joe gladly gave it up for Chester's art. Chester kept the door locked. No one was allowed inside. Easels and paints where everywhere. Somewhere under all the masterpieces, was a couch and single bed. It was a collection of magic. Chester moved the canvases and found the couch, just as I sat down he said "can I paint you?" he was so nervous. "I mean, if it's not to weird or anything, I just think that you’re the most beautiful thing I have ever laid eyes on. You're lovelier than anything I could ever create. I want to capture you inside me forever. Can I paint you?" he was so nervous. I almost laughed out loud. The corner of his mouth trembled. Incredibly sexy.
“What’s so weird about wanting to paint me, if you really want to, then I do see why you cant, though I don’t know what you find so amazing about me. I'm just an ordinary 16-year-old girl? Paint away if you want to.” His whole face light up for just a brief minute. I saw the glow in his eyes that made my knees buckle.
"Pace I do want to paint you. You're perfect." He hesitated, the glow in his eye dimmed he was unsure again. There was more to this painting. He said the one thing I would never have thought of.
“Can I paint you…” We had only been going out for about 10 months, but we hadn’t ‘done’ anything like that. So when he said he wanted to ‘paint’ me, I hadn’t expected the titanic!
“You want to paint me… Naked?”
“Just forget I even suggested it. It’s rude and insensitive. I'm sorry.” When he was ashamed, angry or sorry, he would put his left index finger on his chin and tap it. I would just sit there and smile at it. Eventually I would get up and hug him. I knew his heart.
“Don’t feel sorry or ashamed, you allowed to ask me anything you want.” I went over and hugged him. I had to stand on tipsy-toes to wiser in his ear. “ You my baby, and I don’t mid the slights bit if you ask me personal things.”
“ I still fell rude.” His hands played with my hair, as if even they were apologising.
“Well just don’t. Do you really want to paint me like that?”
“I would more than anything in the world. I've never been able to… I want to try it on you.” He gave a quiet smile and stared at me placidly. I was afraid he might see the small rush of excitement that flowed though me with the idea of him seeing me like that.
“I’d love to be your model.” I just looked at him. Melted.
I was so nervous, so was Chester. I was about to completely reveal myself to him, every inch of me. My heart was going crazy inside me. It didn't help when Chester kissed me, softly, sending small pluses of love all over me. He was giving me Goosebumps. I had no idea how to start. "do you want me to just..?" I didn’t know how to finish. Chester held me in his arms. His soft perplexing warming arms rapt around me. I felt safe. He kissed me again, murmuring sweet nothings without words. His hard crept up behind my shirt. I let him take it from me. Oh, I was a trembling mess under his touch. He kissed me again, gently. His hands quaked. My insides became as warm liquid and it was only his arms that kept me inside my skin.
"are you…" he began.
"shush, just kiss me." He did, one thousand times over. It was all so slow but it still came as a shock when I realised I was lying on the couch. I felt myself tingle inside and out. His love throbbed through my veins and I gave him everything.
He painted me as I slept. I still blush when I think about him watching me like that. It was an exquisite painting, too elegant and beautiful to be me. Chester hated it when I said that. He was frustrated with it. He thought it was an understatement. He intended it as a birthday present to me, but I let him keep it. I would have felt weird having it. I wanted him to keep it. The wardrobe in his studio became the paintings permanent home. I want it to be kept ours, our secret, our memory.
I don’t think anyone knows about it. I wonder what will become of it now? Do I just take it? Or will his family want it? Or will it become the prise piece in a gallery somewhere? the idea of my body exposed for all to see puts shivers down my spine. I don’t want to move anything of his. All I want to do is curl back into his arms, back to that night. I gave myself to him and I will never feel safer, or more wanted than I did then, with him. I have to force my entire body not to yell out. My heart is so heavy I wouldn't be surprised if the ground gave way and swallowed me. In fact, I'd be grateful. Tye's hand clutching on to mine is the only thing that holds me back.
His father has stopped talking and is looking directly at me. “He did love you Pacey. Very, very much. We all do.” Tears fill his eyes and he leaves the stage. Carol, Chester's mother, was once a beautiful woman, now frail with pale skin and messy blond hair. She puts a comforting, but trembling hand on Joe’s shoulder as he takes his seat. She looks deep into his sending a silent message of understanding. Her eyes are bloodshot, murky brown and weary. I can see dark bags underneath her eyes, she has attempted to cover it up with makeup but fresh tears have washed it clean. Joe pats her hand that sits on his shaking shoulder. Carol stumbles to the podium. Look out at us all, she suddenly becomes smaller. Her eyes meet mine and I nod my head to let her know is all-OK She takes a few deep breaths, they don’t seem to help. She grips the cold podium, her knuckles turning white. She closes her eyes and lets her shoulders drop. Cracking, her dry lips part. Her tongue darts out of her mouth to offer the salvation of moisture. She begins to talk. The first thing in her mind begins to flow out of her. College.
“before pacy,” she try’s to smile but what comes out is more of an attempt to stop from crying. ”Chester was stubborn. He always did what he wanted to do when he wanted. Easter high had terrible problems with Chester.” I have to look away from carol, the image of her frail pain hurts me.
“he broke into anything that could be broken into.” Her splintering voice summons memories of Easter high…and Chester. Memories from our one year anniversary. It was a Wednesday and the weather was freezing. It didn’t help that I was trapped in maths and Chester was on an art trip for the day.
“Pacey Reed stop day dreaming child, if X=Y and Y=C+2 then what is X x Y + C3 - 2 + Y - X ?” I hated maths and I hadn’t heard a single word Mr Borroc’s had just said.
“46?” I new I was heading for a detention. Then just before he could give me one, the bell rang. Its true what they say ‘saved by the bell’.
I got out of the classroom to meet up with Tye ‘n’ Co. my group of friends who were pretty much nutcases. My friends sympathised with my loss. “so much for our one year anniversary!” I said gumbly. Tye smiled, or rather, grinned at me. It was the kind of look that said “I know something you don’t know!”
“what...?” I said curious.
“you’ll see!” I looked at everyone puzzled, then it happened.
“Happy one year anniversary!” that deep soft voice ran strait from the college P.A system to my heart. For just a few small moments I was swimming in his voice. “Pace… I … L… d1!!” I knew what he was trying to say. He loved me! He loved ME!! I ran as fast as my feet could carry me to D1.
“I love you too!!” I yelled out of breath as I burst through the door. There he was. Sitting at the back of the room in a white tuxedo. He smiled. One of those Hollywood movie smiles. Everything slowed down. All I could see was him. I expected to hear soft cheesy music, then I realised I could. Chester was playing our song. “time after time.” if I had seen this in a movie, I would have laughed. Cheesy romance was not me, but Chester was and his smile won over all other emotions. Love was in his eyes and in my heart. He walked over to me, took me in his arms, laid a genteel velvet kiss on my lips and we began to dance. We seemed to float. I don’t even remember moving my feet, but I remember dancing. We were both shaking like crazy, it didn’t matter. The music stopped but we were still floating. It was the rhythm of our hearts that we moved to. Chester looked deep into my eyes, so far he could have seen my soul. Entrapped in a kiss, Chester placed something cold around my neck. I shivered, broke away from his kiss and looked down. Around my neck was a silver pendant in the shape of a heart. On the front an Ankh, the symbol of life. I turned it over in my fingers and saw on the back was the words “I will love you forever, even after death.” Tears welled up in my eyes. I hugged Chester with all my soul. He cried.
I’m wearing that necklace now, playing with it, stroking it between my finger and thumb, as if it were his heart in my hand.
“It was true,” carol finishes her speech “ he never let anything get in the way of his happiness, and I bet he died with you, Pacey, in his mind. You’re the best thing that ever happened to him. Thank you Pacey.” Now it’s my turn. I know I have to say goodbye. Chester is gone. No matter how many tears I cry, it cannot bring him back to me. I squeeze tightly on Tye’s hand and he silent tells me, “your going to be fine. I love you.” I’m not fine, but I will be. Deep breath. I stand, my head held high, my eyes dry. I walk to the front. Take my stand. I look out at the mourners, wet with solemn weeping. Chester was, and still is, such a loved person. All those people, shedding tears for him. I close my eyes and grip my pendant, wishing for strength. I look deep into my heart that is now our heart, look into my past and it becomes our past, our love.
I think what Chester would have wanted me to say. What would he say about himself? I push a fresh lump of welling tears back down my throat. I put his face in front of my eyes letting the words flow.
“Chester was the person I loved more than anything, is the person I love more than anything, more than life it’s self. I loved every aspect of him. Every bump and curve. He was my safe place, the place I could go to and just be me. I could hide from anything when I was in his arms. He made me someone else, someone beautiful, perfect. I could say or do anything, be anything I wanted to. He still loved me. No matter what I had his heart, and he had mine. He still does. Chester was the essence of magic. He had his own light, a light that shone more bright than the sun. He told me once; that we were all made up of tiny stars, all waiting to be set free. Well, I know, with all my soul, that if you look up to the sky tonight, you will see 100 times more stars than ever before. Chester’s up there and he will always be in our hearts.”
Now I feel it all, the tears rush up and explode! And for the first time I realise I don’t have my Chester to cry on any more. He’s gone.
It was a beautiful way to say goodbye. It’s only just sunk in that Chester is really gone. People I don’t even know hug me and give their regards to me. They say they’re sorry for my loss. All I can do is cry, and cry. It’s hard to remember, I don’t have Chester to cry on anymore. I can’t simply escape in his arms, float away with in his love. I miss him.
Joe walks over to me. We haven’t been able to speak till now. He hugs me and I almost wish he hadn’t. His warmth is that of Chester’s, I can even smell his after-shave. Carol puts an arm around me. Fresh pools of sorrow spill down her face. Joe speaks instead. “we were going to wait awhile.” His voice quakes and his eyes seem to bring in a few fireflies. “we got confirmation today.” He say’s. carol tightens he grip around me. “ we want to adopt you. We just need to know if it’s what you want.” My heart leaps. I smile, the first real smile I have had when thinking about tomorrow. “yes” I say through tears. We all hug, for the moment we can be happy. Suddenly thoughts about the future come rushing in. I’ll apply for drama school in London. I’ll ask Tye to come with me and his girlfriend, Kate. I breathe a sigh of relief. Tye was right. I’m going to be fine. I will always miss my Chester. I will always love. He is part of my soul and I know that Chester wouldn’t want me to stop living my life, just because he’s turned into stars.
Goodnight Chester.
My guiding star.
SNOWS TEAR
10:19 Aug 19 2005
Times Read: 585
~~~this need work, i wrote it some time ago, but here it lye's never the less. excuse the spelling!!~~~~~
There was once a brave hero amongst the men of earth. He was strong and handsom, always willing to help those in peril. He was much loved amongst earths people, although where he came from remained a mystery to all. The villagers called him Tear, for nomatter what horrors his eyes were laid upon, he never cried. Despite all this, he did not like company and prefered to keep to himself. His only companion was the galaint winged horse, nightgale. As black as night, as swift as the wind. These are the hero’s that begin this tale.
Once when the world’s gift of man was only freshly painted and life, as we know it now, was not yet perfected, there were men and mosters and heroes who slew dragons. Heros who kept man kind safe form harm and monsters at bay. There were also gods. Heavnly creatures who held the paint brush to life. The two most important goods; the great godeess of the vast sky was given the name Si, and the strong go dof the land, Eara.
Si was a godesses who was filled with love and compassion for all things, while Eara was a harsh god who had no love for man and was only lenient when it was forced upon him. Never the less, when Si would awake from her nigh fall rest and dress her self in days bright cloak, she would look down onto the object of her deepest desire. Si would cast her deep gold eyes onto the most handsome sight to ever grace the world. Eara would then look up from his earthy domain and gaze upon the the most genteel beauty. Eara saw only purity and grace in the ligh the light above his head. Each was deperate for the others touch. each longing to know if the others feeling were the the same. But the palace of Si, high in the clouds was so far from the deep domain of Eara that was buried beneeth the earth. So the two could not voice there love. After long fustation, si was filled with such a strong pasison that she could no longer keep her love unspoken. Taking a handfull of the rain clouds, a pinch of the sea breeze, a splash of sunset and a sprinkling of nights grace Si created a “messenger” of the sky. Si named her Snow.
Mean while, on earth, Tear had had news from the west that a great dragon was plundering the city of Grichenaine, he jumped on the back of his winged black stallion, nightgale and headed for Grichenaine. He remained silienta s he flew just under Si, he simply stared blankly on wandering how best to be rid of the dragon. Sunddenly tear caught a glimps of something out of the coner of his eye. Something appeared to be falling but very slowly, almost like floating downwards. He looked closer and relised that it was not a thing but a who. Tear gasped, for he thought that the falling creature must be an angel. She was heading for Eara. In both nighgale’s and tear’s amazement, tear lead nightgale towards the ‘angel.’ For tear feared that she would suddenly speed up and crash into Eara. Tear steered nightgale so she was directly beneeth the angelic creature. She landed ever so lightly on nightgales back, she looked at tear and smiled. Although she did noy know what tear was, she was pleased to see another creature of this world she had proptly landed into. She was only new to the world and had never seen a man before, she was rather perplexed. Tear was in owe. He had never seen anything more beautiful than her. He was entaped by her gaze. Her steel blue eyes bore a door to a new world that tear could not begin to understand. But her eyes contained such a beauty. Tear had been so lost in the deepth of her eyes he had no notion of the time that had passed. He finally drew his gaze from her eyes and promptly relised that this beaty was clothed in that wich we all are when first brought into existance. Blushing at the girls nieve view to her current state, tear removed his cloak and raped it carefuly arroungd the pale white body of the woman, for he now relised that was what she most defently was. her beauty was far beyond anything Tear had ever seen before, he could only sand and fascinate over this new-found treasure. Her lips were a red like the glow of the sun at sun set, her eyes were grey like the sky in the early morning, her skin as pail as the clouds, her hair like the sun on a hot summers day, oh how Tear longed for her. At last their silence was broken. The woman parted her rosey pink lips and the sound of her voice at last caresed tears ears.
"I am Snow messenger of Si, I am only new into this place would you tell me who and what you are? You don't look like me at all." her voice was so soft and quiet, like the drops of rain in spring, when the sun still shines and al the world is clean. Snow, for that was the womans name lookedclosely at Tear. He most definitely not look like her. He was dressed in silver armour and farmers pants. His hair was rugged and black like a sheep that is in need for a good shear. His eyes were brown and quiet ordinary, yet they captured Snows very soul. On the tip of his chin was the proof of his years as a man. He had a strong jaw and ruff lips. Snow found her self wanted to soften the edge that possed him so. She had never this feel before. She frowned with pluzment and tear relised she had been studding him. He blushed slightly.
"I'm am Tear, and this place is called Reardson. I am on my way to slay a dragon. What brings you down from Si's realm?" he spoke calmly, hiding his nevers.
" And I am to deliver a message to my goddesses love, Eara, but I do not know the way."
"It is a dangerous road to Eara's realm and you will need help for it is far to difficult for a lady such as your self."
"Though I do not know you and have no place to ask,"
"But dear lady you do not have to ask, I offer my assistance to you. Now let us begin this perilous quest for there is far to go and little time to do it."
Tear was surprised at himself, never did he speek so freely and with such ease. It seemed easy to voice himself with Snow. Her smile warmed tear. He had never felt this way before and was almost afraid. He knew that if anything happened to snow… he shook his head to be rid the thought of such things. “nightgale?” he asked. The black stead seemed uneasy. Tear did not notice the slight glint of jelousy in Nightgales eye. For as long as she could remember it had only beeh her and Tear, never anyone else. Nightgale felt some quant sadness in her heart at the quick frienship between snow and tear. Neverthe less if tear was happy then nightgale would do her best to like snow also. Nightgale loved tear, and would dop anything to keep him happy. “nightgale?” tear said again and nightgale looked at him happily in response. “take us to the great black lake.”
Tear knew the only way to Eara’s realm was passed the gate of Death and through the oak door of life. But to get to the gate of death you had to get passed the god’s of the waters, Sadon and Fritt. That was not an easy task. It would be a difficult and long jonery but tear could not let snow travel there alone. Sadly, Nightgale was a creature of Si’s realm, she neither posessed the power nor the will to travel to Eara. With a heavly heart, tear bid ferwell to his faithful friend and kept his faith that they would meet again soon. At the edge of the lake he looked back just once before he lead snow into the dark black waters of the lake
Tear was falling in love with Snow and her with him. They began their quest to find the great realm of Eara the god of the land. They wound round path after path, demon after demon all to find the great oak door that lead to the world of Eara. And just before the entered the room, which led to the great oak door, the creature of the un-dead came flying over their heads. Tear took his mighty blade and thrust it at the decaying monster, but alas, the creature was un-dead how could it be killed with any mortal blade? This brought fear to the very soul of Tears body. There is only 2 things that can make a hero tremble, one of them is the idea of a creature that can not be killed. Snow seeing the fear in her true loves eyes, rose up like a fearsome dove and blew. She blew up a blizzard; the demon of the undead could only creep silently away. Tear’s fear had vanished the very moment Snow had risen up. He smiled and at long last they realised that they were at the door that would lead them to the end of their quest. But the door had a spell placed upon it and with out the words to break it they were unable to go on.
"It is no use tying Snow, there is no way of opening it with out the words."
"We must try, I'm a messenger and I must deliver it."
"I know but it is far beyond our reach now"
"But we have come so Far." and with that snow began to cry. He tears were not the tears of you and I, but tears of warm ice; they made a sweet tinkling sounds as they hit the stone cold ground. Tear, seeing the distress within her felt his heart melts, for he loved her, and the only other thing a hero feared was love. He put his arms around her and felt how cold she was. It was like he was touching ice. Despite the cold, he kissed her forehead and she stopped the flow of tears and began to simile a little. She looked up at his loving face and said: "Thank you." Snow whispered as if she were a tiny raindrop with hardly a voice. Looking down on her, he spoke the words she had longed to hear. "No need to thank me, for it is I who should thank you. You have shown me what love is and that is not only the greatest gift of all, but also the most important gift. I love you Snow"
And with that the door opened and they both released the spell was only broken with the words of love.
Eara had greeted them so warmly that the two felt quite at home. He was a tall man with ash brown hair and very olive skin, his eyes were the strange thing about him. They weren’t one colour but lots. All the colours of the earth.
In celebration of Snow and Tears great voyage, Eara held a dance. Snow had never danced before; she hadn’t even heard music before. She closed her eyes and let the music control her. The fast rhythm of the music made her go wild and soon everyone was in a trance from her light-footed steps. Tear could not take is eyes a way from her, she appeared to him, as a snow-white dove wafting though the wind. Gradually the other earth dwellers became tired and went to their oak leave beds. Snow had not stooped dancing, she was unaware of the fact that the music had stooped and that the room was now almost empty. Tear was the only man left standing, for he could not move. The spell of Snows beauty had captured him. She swooped pasted him and he could only join her in her dreamy dance.
Side by side, arm in arm they danced slower and slower until they were not moving at all. Tear steared into Snows grey enchanting eyes. Then he reached down to her pail lips and placed apon them true loves first kiss.
The sun rose and all were awake, Snow handed the message to Eara. Eara read it and smiled with much relief. He called his own messenger to his side and gave the reply. For Si’s letter had asked for Earas hand in marriage and Eara had accepted. Snow let out a thunderous scream and to Tears utter horror; she fell to the ground.
Snow used up all her strength to speak to Tear one last time. "I for filled my task, my existence is no longer needed by my creator Si, I delivered my message and Eara has sent his own message back with his answer, my purpose for life is over. I should have told you but I did not know it would be so hard to say farewell, I did not know I could fall in love. Thank you Tear, hero, my love, for giving me a true life, one with adventure and freedom. You have given me a life of true love. I love you Tear, and fear I will never stop loving you, even after death. Don’t forget me please for I will never… forget… you…" and with those words Tears heart broke into a million pieces for she, his only love, had died and he felt as if all the world had died with her. Tear’s rolled down Tears face and he could only sit there beside her lifeless body and weep. Eara saw his pain and walked over to Snows still body. He put a hand on Tears shoulder, for he too was deeply moved by their love. "Tear, you are the worlds hero, though I know you feel as if you cant go on, you cannot be with someone who doesn't exist, I can not bring her back to life, but I can change her.” His words could not soothe Tear, he was in dismay. He hardly heard a word that Eara said, It was as if the only thing he had ever heard was Snows love, but now there was nothing worth hearing.
Eara’s messenger had reached Si and she came down to his realm with a great puff of smoke. She was wearing a wedding dress made from sunrays and the night sky’s stars. Her face was as pail as Snows, but her eyes. Her eyes were plain blue and her hair black like the night.
Si saw the pain in Tears eyes; she had never known such pain. She herself felt like weeping. Within that pain, she realised something. She realised that even if Snow had only existed for 2 days, that she had, in fact had a lifetime of life among men. She had had true love and true love can never be truly broken. At this Si’s heart ached, she felt the pain herself, the longing to make Tears love return. Si, for the first time in her life cried. Her tears were rain, the world almost flooded.
Eara and Si looked at one another and smiled. They had never known such a life. Such a person who could find a world in Snow, when to the world she did not exist. So, Si and Eara took pity on them. Using there magic they flew the 4 of them, up to Si’s realm.
Tear had never seen anything like it. It was a world of cloud walls and ice floors. The moon was inside one room and the sun was right above their heads. Tear reached up and tried to touch it, but the sun’s bright and happy voice warned him not to do so, for he could burn his hand. Eara began to speak again.
“She was made from ice water. And I, along with my queen, Si, shall give her back to you, as iced water. Water that will fall from the sky, we shall call it snow.” His words this time brought comfort to Tears heart. Si’s watery voice began to speak. “When the world is cold Snow will fall to give her warmth of love to you. You will still have her within your soul. When the snow comes down, Snow will come down too, while it snows Snow will be with you. Just as she always will be, within your heart." and with these words Tear was sent back down to Reardson. He found, to his surprised, he had been gone 3 days and had forgotten about the Dragon. He whistled for his flying steed and went swiftly away to the cave were the dragon and made a leer.
A year passed and tear had been living a hero’s life. But still, he could not let go on the thought of his love, Snow.
Si and Eara had worked there magic and transformed the cold pail body of Snow into what we call snow today.
The weather was getting colder and soon iced soft water fell down on the earth. Tear rushed outside and saw his Snow! They flung their arms around each other and cried tears of joy. But when winter was over and the warm days of summer came, Snow melted away, until the cold days of winter could bring snow back down to Tear.
So Tear lived on being a hero and doing what all heroes must, carry on when things are lost, and thrive when they are re-found. When it snows think of Snow and her love for Tear and do what he does smile and feel free, in knowing that even when things turn to the worst carry on and turn to the ones who love.
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