A once upon a time which created the plains of existence |
Once upon a time, two souls were bound by a helix of destiny. Souls intertwined through the ages. The two met through the chaos of a town market. Their eyes glanced through the mass hordes of farmers and townspeople. When they saw each other flames sparked within the destined pair. The woman was snatched away into a carriage to return to her leaving the man stood awe struck by what he just felt. Neither forgot the feelings they felt for each other and their belief in their love for one and other drew them together. Every man, woman and child has the ability to create a world from just believing and truly wanting it to be, that it would come into existence as another dimension linked to the world through those who believe in their own subconscious utopia. As the pair slept their dreaming minds and the flames that ignited when they glanced at each other collided creating a dominion of their passion for the other. They both lay dreaming of the other that night and their minds met in the world they had created together through their subconscious and beliefs. Within their reality was a perfect copy of the world in which the physical bodies of the lovers lay. They both found themselves wondering the city of London, the city which they first laid eyes on each other however this London was barren of life. Neither could believe what was happening, they believed that their wishes had come true and that they were all alone in the world, together. It was so good that neither truly believed what was happening was real. However they did spend their time together during the dream discovering more about the other, and as they did and as their love grew. As their love grew the world filled with light. A cloudless world, a bright world, a hopeful world. They both agreed to meet in real life the next day even though neither believed what was happening was real. They met during the day, atop a hill. The woman was a beautiful maiden who served a tyrant lord. She had managed to escape from her work for the day. The man was a traveller, and a play writer. It was his last day in London until starting up his play all over the country. They both agreed that in real life their love would not be able to work as the tyrant lord made sure he kept all his servants in check by keeping their entire family as slaves, and if one were to go missing he would kill the rest. The maiden feared this eventuality and the writer accepted this as he would not wish for his love to grieve. They agreed that no matter where the other is they would be together in their dream as their world has entwined the pair together. This supernatural link between the two lovers created a world of pure light, a dimension with no corruption only peace. A world in which they could be together. The pair spent their last and only day and night together atop the hill, sleeping under a blanket of stars. That night as they slept, the world in which their love created became true, full of life and joy. The next morning they kissed goodbye as their real bodies would never touch again, however the writer eased the maidens tears by saying “This physical shell which keeps me from being with you keeps within it a pure world where we can spend eternity together.” They then parted, not to see each other, only in their dream world could they be together. For over a year as the man circled the country showing people his play, the pair kept their world in secret, and they created a pure life-form together a complete being, they both named them their ‘angels’. They created a utopia from the flames of love they held for each other. They believed they could be together forever as long as they never forgot each other. However on a stormy night, whilst the destined pair spent their time in their utopian copy of London, the maidens sister had fled the tyrant lord she worked for. She had fled because she sought greater things than be a maid, she sought to be an actress, and believed the lord was bluffing when he said he would kill her family. It was a risk the sister happily disregarded. The lord was no joker. He kept true to his word. He had killed the maidens mother and two brothers out of a drunken anger. His next victim was the destined woman. She was blissfully unaware of her families massacre. As happy as she could be in her utopia with the man she loved. She fell in the arms of the writer, in the arms of her loved. Her real body had been stabbed through the heart, the tyrant lord in a drunken state had killed her, bloodied his knife with the blood of a woman in love. Her sleeping body had been murdered. Inside the world her soul slowly faded into the arms of the grief stricken writer. He cried as he saw the woman he loved, the woman who he created an entire world with die, as a hole appeared where her heart was. The entire world cracked through the screams of the writer, world split into pieces. However the woman's soul was in love when it died, this kept the world of angels alive as a dimension created from the soul of a fair maiden, who’s life was taken without warning. The man unaware of this phenomenon destroyed his world, destroyed his utopia and filled it with darkness and hate. The sky turned black like the pit of the underworld. A storm drenched the crying man as he was on his knees in a back London. The angels became corrupt and distorted. They were a reflection of the man in his state of loathing. These creatures which were created from his sorrow were dubbed ‘demons’. When he awoke, he quickly, without hesitation departed for the manor house in which his beloved lived. When he got there he met him. The man responsible for the death of his love and her family. When he asked what had become of his maiden the tyrant replied “She made quite a mess on my knife, so I gave the dogs a nice meal.” He said this with almost a smirk of pride along his face. The writer in anger thrust his sword into the lord. The last thing the tyrant saw was the hellish nightmare he had forced upon the world through the eyes of the writer. With swift movement and precision the writer then moved to kill the guards were protecting the tyrant. He felt no guilt over their deaths because as he learnt of his beloved maidens fate his heart filled with anger towards the living. His corrupt mind had spread over to darkness in his dream world. It had broken and filled with demons who could kill a man with ease. All he did at night, in his dream world was weep, scream and distort his reality. He was then known as a butcher play writer, he killed countless soldiers and innocent through his grievous rage. Eventually during his circle of madness and murder, during his sleep, during his dream in his corrupt world a man had found him. This man was a victim of the butchers rampage and sought revenge for his father. This night he took up the butchers sword and as he slept in his dream world, plunged it into his heart. Inside the corrupted nightmare world he felt himself vanishing from his creation. However just as the world of light was kept alive due to the love the maiden felt when she died, this world was kept alive due to the butcher-writer’s hate and sorrow. And so the two dimensions: A world of pure light, created by the love of a maiden A world of pure darkness, created by the hate and sorrow for the lost maiden were forever parallel to each other |