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I never felt his presence, but Fickle was outside the kitchen window, he had walked here to apologize. He heard everything I said about love, his heart snapped and he walked back to his home with a face of sadness and depreciation.
I ate dinner alone that night. A new thought popped in my mind every chew I made. My heart was heavy with guilt. After I had finished, I tidied up and went to bed. As I tossed and turned, thinking of the words I used to my father, little did I know those words were like a spell, cursing myself.
The sun shone happily through my window, pissing me off.
“Sun, just go back behind the hills. Nobody likes you!” I grumbled as I got out of my cosy bed, the sound of pebbles smashing outside my window gave me a start. “The fuck?” I walked to my window expecting little kids to be throwing stuff, but I found Fickle, throwing little rocks at my window.
“Morning!” He yelled happily. I gave him the ‘Why are you so happy? We had a minor fight yesterday!’ face and rolled my eyes.
“Come on, Kresta! Don’t be so grouchy!” He laughed off my expression.
“First the sun pisses me off, now YOU’RE doing it?! What the heck did I do so wrong?!” I rubbed my eyes with a grumpy frown.
“The sun saw your beautiful sleeping face first? Damn the Sun.” He put his hands on his hips and spat that remark out dramatically.
“What has gotten into you? You on drugs?” my reply was harsh but didn’t affect his happiness.
“Nope, just happy to see you. I wanna apologize about my emotional outburst yesterday. Can you forgive me?” Fickle put his hands together in prayer.
“Sure.” I crossed my arms on the window sill. His happy attitude suddenly became a controlled rage. “What?” I asked as I looked down at him.
“What about your apology?” I glared at me. “Sorry for being so unsupportive and walking off.” I blurted out. He tapped his foot and asked “And?”
“That’s all I did wrong!” I got flustered, thinking about what else I have done to make him angry.
“I heard your definition of LOVE last night! Is that all you see it as?!” He stormed through the front door and ran up to my bedroom door, forcing it open.
“Yes. It is the truth, whether or not it’s my personal belief.” I turned around and looked him in the eye.
“I call bullshit! You sound like a stuck up brat with a pain in her ass when you think like that! I thought you were different!” Fickle whimpered like I just ripped out his heart and left him to bleed.
“I AM different! How many women do you know that can take down a whole army by herself? What about women that made the hottest soldier in the whole army fall in love with them?! A woman who can be honest with whatever emotions she may or may not have, that can defeat a demon inside a madwoman, that can… survive without a mother.” I felt my cheeks getting wet, tears streaming down my face. Fickle looked at me like he wanted to cradle me in his arms, but he supressed that feeling and continued to glare at me.
“So is that supposed to excuse the fact that you broke my heart with your words?! That you, a woman with no heart and lousy excuses, has the permission to snap a man’s heart?! You can break any of my bones, I have hundreds of them, but I only have one heart.”
“The only purpose of your heart is to keep your blood pumping. Your brain is responsible for your emotions! How stupid are you?! I am attracted to you, physically and emotionally. If you were to leave me and I’d never see you again, my world will collapse. If you stopped having the same feelings as I do for you towards me, I would end my life because the suffering would be unbearable. I need you. I have never adored another man before. There is no other man for me, because… you are all I need and more.” I fell to the ground crying and in a complete state of embarrassment.
“Not good enough. If you are just dating me because I’m hot or am about to be the next King, I’d rather dump you that live knowing that you’re just dating me to satisfy your ego!” Fickle spat those words at me and left my room.
“Fickle! Get back here you bully! I don’t care if I have to bolt you down with chains, I will if it means you won’t leave me because of some stupid misunderstanding!” I catch up to him and hold his arm.
“Fuck off.” He replies. “Never! You may think I see you as a method of releasing my pain, but you are wrong! You are the reason I am happy! Do you really think I’d rescue someone I hate from the hands of a mad Queen?!” I stubbornly held on.
“I guess not.” He gave me a conflicted look, making me feel a little hope that he is being convinced.
“Fickle, my love, what do I have to do for you to believe me?” I bated my eyelashes seductively. His cheeks went crimson from my question and he stood there, pondering. “Kiss me,” He nodded his head. “but only if you care about me without a doubt.” He instructed. I nodded and got on the tip of my toes. I looked him in his eyes, enchanted by them and kissed him bashfully.
“Geez… don’t make me do such embarrassing stuff again, okay?!” I went red and turned my face away. “Fine.” He gave me a hug. “And no more fights!” I warned him, regaining my composure. “Okay,” Fickle kissed me on my forehead. “but only if you become my Queen.” He added, resting his perfectly chiselled chin on my head.
The whole army became silent.
“I didn’t think so.” He grabbed my hand and walked off confidently. He guided me back to his house and used his foot to open the door. The second the door opened, he ran up to his bedroom all flustered, and slammed it.
“Babe? Handsome? What are you doing?” I giggled as I climbed the staircase.
“I-I can’t believe I just said all that to my troops… I am an awful King!” His flustered state shone through his words and it was hilarious.
“Neither can I… But that was so charming. Congrats.” I replied with a teasing tone.
“I am screwed, Kresta! They’re gonna tease me till the day I die!” He protested with a tone of anxiety.
“Want me to kill you now and prove they’ll keep teasing you even after death?” I crossed my arms and stared at the door with a grin.
“NO! FUCK NO! And you’re not helping!” Fickle got angry. He’s so cute when he’s mad.
“Neither are you! How am I supposed to hug you if you’re on the opposite of the door?!” I tapped my foot with impatience.
“Magic?” He stated. “Leave that to the Queen. The only thing I can do is use my physical skills. I’ll kick this door down!” I shouted at him.
“NO! Fuck, Kresta… ”He sighed.
“Well if you won’t stop acting like a coward, I am leaving! Bye.” I began to walk off and I heard the door swing open without caring about being torn from the frame.
“I-If you leave, I am dumping you!” Fickle screamed at me.
“Go ahead. You love me so much you’d be begging me to take you back again in what, ten seconds? Plus, you just embarrassed the fuck out of yourself in front on the whole army, you wouldn’t waste your reputation by dumping me 5 minutes later, would you?” I kept on walking away and reached the front door when I felt a hand grab my shoulders.
“By Thor, you drive me mad! You are rude, arrogant, stubborn, such a smartass and yet I still love you!” He took a stronger grip on my shoulder as though experiencing pain while spitting out my flaws without taking a breath.
“Love me all you want, but I refuse to be here when you’re listing off my flaws and in a state of emotional turbulence. I wonder if you’re a woman with all that emotion.” I slapped his hand off my shoulder and walked out the door.
“Kresta! Wait!” I heard Fickle scream out to me, but with a sadistic heart, I didn’t stop walking away. I soon got home and in good time too, dad was making dinner.
“Can I help you, old man?” I walked through the door frame, the curtain still torn from the queen.
“Can you knock over men with a club?” dad replied with a light-hearted giggle.
“Can I test it on you?” I grinned. Dad shook his head with a sigh. “What’s wrong Dad? Is something bothering the General?” I asked while beginning to pluck the scales of the freshly caught fish.
“Kresta, what does love mean to you?” Dad asked with sadness in his tone.
“Well… personally, it stands for Lustful, Overestimated, Violent Emotion.” I answered with a half-hearted tone. He must have seen through it and his eyes wanted an explanation, but he kept his question at bay. ”why I say that is because people always confuse lust and love. It’s an overestimated thought because people believe it’s simple but it’s the most complex thing in the world. When you are hurt by the person you love or made jealous, you tend to lash out, henceforth it is violent. And the fun part is, it is one of many useless emotions. It can blind your judgement, make you feel weak or strong, is founded by fragile materials like trust, respect, joy and many others.” I explained. I looked at Dad with a curious gaze and his face was covered in a gloomy shadow, like I had just told him his wife was a lie. “That’s my personal belief, you don’t have to go along with it” I warned him.
“I know. Thanks.” Dad suddenly stopped cooking dinner and mumbled “I’m going to bed. Night.” And he walked to his bedroom while gently closing his door behind him. What have I done?! We were all happy when I got here then dad asked that stupid question and I scared him off. I hate not being able to have emotions!
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“Give me one good reason I’d let the crazy maggot who stabbed me come anywhere near me!” Dad puffed his cheeks in a quiet rage.
“She’s changed now Dad. It was the demon who influenced her actions.” I spoke up. When she was in her state before, she would never care about my wounds, but when that tyrant spirit left her, she had an earnestly sorry look in her eyes. Regret was flowing alongside her blood within her veins, and thoughts of how to make up and repent were the only things brewing in her once corrupted mind.
“I-I have no weapons!” She pleaded. “I just feel scared and alone… please have mercy.” Tears ran down her cheeks.
“For the way you have acted in the past, influenced or not, is unforgivable.” Fickle began speaking like a true king. “You have murdered the former King, the General’s wife, attempted murder with the General’s daughter, banished and kidnapped the true King of this land, slaughtered the blood of the innocent and worst of all… You have royally pissed… me… off!” Fickle yelled the last part.
“My Queen!” The royal guards marched at full speed towards us, unsheathing their swords and pointing them at Fickle.
“Hold your ground, maggots!” Dad barked at them. All the guards came to a halt with a conflicted look. “She is no Queen. Behold your TRUE King!” He pointed at Fickle. The guards started laughing as though they didn’t believe the words of their General. Their taunting laughter made Dad angrier by the second. “You dare fucking laugh at the man who has trained you and has single-handedly assassinated a whole armada?! I know all your names, weak spots and vulnerabilities. A good General knows all his men, a great General knows how to make his fleet tremble and pee their pants. Wanna fucking make me mad, ya bunch of kids with a flower fetish?!” Dad had his deadly axe in his hand, ready to fight, a sadistic and challenging grin as his battle helmet.
“Bring it on!” a soldier came at dad wielding a perfectly sharpened sword. The moment he came near the General, he was split in half with a single blow.
“Anyone else wanna join the dumbass bastard?!” the General bellowed at the top of his lungs, making a chilling echo. The whole army quietly chatted and conversed about the consequences.
“We are sorry for doubting yo-” Dad grabbed the soldier, who was speaking, by the throat, cutting the soldier’s sentence short. “Rule number fucking one! NEVER say sorry! Ya stupid little worm with a chunk of dirt up your ass and shit as your brain!” Dad screamed into the soldier’s ear and dropped the man with a loud thud.
“I trained you bunch of rose sniffing mutts! I taught you all to kill without mercy, to never give into temptations, to never believe that you are weak, to always be loyal to the King and I and to keep your lustful, greedy, never gonna happen eyes off my daughter!” dad was furious, the blood of the dead soldier splattered on his face and dripping off his axe.
“I’m a naughty boy, Kresta. I’ve never been able to keep my eyes off you.” Fickle whispered in my ear, causing me to blush.
“S-seriously Fickle?! Don’t say such things!” I slapped him on the shoulder.
“How come Fickle is allowed to get his hands on her but we were never able to?!” a random soldier yelled.
“Because you bunch of worthless, unloyal and extremely dumb ants have never been worthy of her! Fickle was the only one who gave me a good reason to let me allow them to be together!” Dad yelled back even madder than before.
“Kresta is the hottest girl in the whole village! We can’t help ourselves!” a random soldier spoke up.
“She looks exactly like her mother. You might as well seduce my wife!” Dad got really angry.
“And boys. She’s mine. So whoever just spat that out, leave those words to me. If you bunch of assholes look at MY girl like a hunk of sexy meat, I’ll fucking kill you.” Fickle stated while turning me around and gave me a deep kiss. “So… Any comments, dickheads?” He grinned at them with bloodthirsty eyes.
“But you’re hurt! If we don’t clean the wound, it’ll get infected.” She stated as she ignored my retreat and eventually made me back against a wall.
“Come near my girl and you’ll need to patch up yourself!” Fickle got between us while glaring at the Queen.
“Why are you so hostile towards me?! I am just trying to help!” She sobbed pathetically. She seemed genuinely honest, but my hatred of her is the only thing that gives me more logic than ever.
“HELP?! First you murder the king, followed by my mother, then my father. Next, you allowed those pirates to kidnap me! I thought I was never gonna see Fickle ever again because he wasn’t scared of water but I am! He swam home, only for me to come back eventually to find my father dead and my love tied up mercilessly! You are a seriously stuffed up woman! A complete narcissistic psychopath!” I screamed at her.
“Don’t you get it? That smoke was the demon inside of me and it was control-”The queen replied but the smoke had become a human type figure and entangled her which stopped her from releasing another word.
“As a child,” The demon started speaking with a cold, hoarse, dry voice, “She was interested in magic, Black magic. It’s the kind of magic which summons my kind and leaves the magic user vulnerable to possession. ” It grinned, serrated teeth like a shark glistened. “I did so. I possessed her and made her do all these things. I was that voice in her head, controlling her thoughts, tactics and moves.” It stopped and looked into the terrified eyes of the Queen, like a lover would look into their significant other’s eyes, the demon’s eyes softened. “I possessed her because it’s my job. However, soon after, I fell in love with this beautiful nightmare. But my feelings were turned down by this wretch.” The demon’s smile became a pained frown. It threw the Queen to the ground like rubbish.
“I can’t love you!” The Queen cried, “You’re evil! I never wanted you to possess me! I didn’t mean to send you a mixed message!” she made the demon angrier with her petty excuses, which weren’t even convincing in the slightest.
“If you ever come near me again, I’ll drag you to the Underworld with me and treat you as a toy.” The demon pointed a guilty finger at the Queen and vanished. The fire lit arena turned to sand and the next thing I knew, the three of us are in the sandy beach again.
“Well… that was exciting.” Fickle sighed and smiled sarcastically. Just as he said that, I noticed a figure walking towards the beach.
“Kresta! Where are ya?!” A man with the same tone as my father yells into the darkness.
“Dad?!” I cried out to him. Tears swell in my eyes, making it hard to see where my feet land and I trip over a few times trying to get to the man.
“My little Warrior!” The man became clearer and clearer that it was definitely my father.
“Dad!”I sobbed uncontrollably. The pain my heart had been burdened with was instantly turned into a feeling of bliss, joy and the kind of emotion you feel with the words ‘Thank Thor you’re alive!’
I looked at Dad with disbelief, suddenly paralysed with confusion, how is he alive?!
“But… I saw you dead on the ground with a sword through your chest… How are you standing in front of me?! ” I stood still, a frown of confusion creeping on my face.
“I dunno… I woke up with the sword beside me, a hole in me shirt an’ a demon telling me to make corrections on a few things. He also said to tell ya that he’s sorry for letting all this stuff happen.” He grinned while hugging me. Fickle silently joined the hug and gave me a sneaky kiss on my cheek so Dad wouldn’t hear or see it.
“Can I join the huggie too?” The Queen sat on the sand, looking at us like a puppy would look at a hunk of steak hoping to get a bite.