The vision

The Vision (short story) By. Juhnun Oh

Monday, July 9, 2007 at 1:46pm |

Chapter 1. Entering the surreal

Dear Diary.....

I had a vision, a very very DEEP vision.

A Vision that had inspired me with some hope. A VERY positive outlook.....

It started when I was at the Ottawa Blue's festival with few good friends, and one of my friends was this huge Blacksheep fan, and I went with her to check it out (personally, I wanted to see The White Stripes first, but a man's word is his honor and his honor is through his word, without this he has no integrity) SO I kept my promise to see her band first as promised.

The band was slow at first, but after a while, it started to kick in and became really good, and I was relaxed, and I closed my eyes to use "Beethoven’s" method of closing and "feeling" the music flow through instead of hearing it.

I dunno if it was the smoke in the air that intoxicated, or the fact about the one cup of casual beer I had (I can't believe I drank that vile stuff, but meh, it got me relaxed), but I saw myself on the beach watching the sunset, and my arms were wrapped around someone who I thought I lost forever.... someone who I really and truly loved. Someone who I am seriously and eager to fight for, and take more than one bullet for her.

I saw Grace.... someone who I truly loved, but was devastated when she committed suicide... It took me years to recover that, but, I felt her. Her heartbeat was real. And her warmth was comforting and soft.

I felt her!

She's alive! And I felt her! Wrapped around my arms, comforted......

After that, and seeing the WhiteStipes... my friend asked me how I liked her band, I was honest and blunt, but I told her about what I thought... through memory lane.

She thought it was sad, but I wanted that to be brushed off... However, I did leave out the honest part about her "suicide" cause a TRUE Warrior does not need a pity party. Cause the enemy gives you no mercy, why does a warrior need pity? They have to be strong when they are weak. They have to have an indomitable spirit. They have to show no weakness but show humility, and through humility there is fortitude, and through fortiude, there is true power and strength through character.

My mentor taught me that.....

But whatever the cause, and through my trials and pain I faced, I can feel that she is alive.... out there, and it's time that I go out and find her, and save her whatever it takes, whatever sacrifice I have to make, I am eager to fight and die for her and her heart.

However, I can not do this alone.

But I have a new faith that she is alive. And I am eager to fight for that no matter what.

This week I drop everything and depart to start my journey to find her, and solve the case on her "fake" suicide.... I don't know if she really is alive, but I have faith that she is, cause feeling her heart pulsing through is real enough for me, because of my love for her I have hope.

I pray that this hope is true.

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2

(Grace's curse)

Dear Diary,

I don't know what is wrong with me. I don't know why I am so screwed up, or the way I am. Day by day, I am so depressed and filled with guilt.

It's like.... I been stabbed, in the heart so deep, that my blood is rushing out all the warmth out of my body, leaving me cold, and all alone.

Here I am blabbing negative nonsense again. But I really do want to leave.

I want to get out of here, and leave everything behind, and start all over again.

My experience is so painful, that I feel so cursed. So cursed to the point that I don't deserve to be in love ever again.

I have hurt him so deeply. And in return, I ended up getting more hurt to the point of death. I have to do it...

I have to end it.

Finish off my life.

Now!

Starting tomorrow. Everything will be new. I will write a letter, confessing all I have done and to apologize of what I have done to this world, and perhaps this curse, this darkness, that is eating up my torn heart, will one day go away. But it is impossible, foolish to even think that way.

The blade of this knife beside me is so cold, yet so attractive. Tempting in so many ways.

Yet, I have this nagging feeling that there is another way.

I have an idea, and an idea to go somewhere else. But I cannot explain everything.

I even wonder that if I do this, I wonder if anyone would forgive me.....

I even wonder if I can forgive myself if this pulls off.

I don't want to live in darkness.

I don't want to die alone.

I wish someone out there can give me a loving hand to rescue me out of this dark despair.

And I wish that same someone would also say, "I love you."

But the question remains who?

Who can ever love someone like me who has been so cursed?

I will write more later, but now, I must leave. The darkness is coming. And I must go now.

Sincerely, Grace.

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Chapter 3. A Hero's journey.

Once upon a time, in a faraway enchanted land, there was a Prince. A Prince who was a dreamer, but a very tired warrior. Fighting a one-man war.

Day after day, his Kingdom was constantly under attack, and he did everything he can to fight the battle on his own. None of his allies came to his aid. None of his people helped him.

For you see, he was the last of his kind. His lands have been taken away from him, and he is an outlasted Prince, always on the move and on the run. Being constantly hunted down.

He was cursed, beaten, and forsaken.

His greedy uncle, a Dark warlock and a former exile, has come back with many of the outcasted demons and succeeded his father and cursed his lands. For thousands of years, the good people perished and were enslaved.

And was trying to find a way to kill the good pure immortal Prince, the protector of his father's lands.

But, only if he found a way to break this evil curse done by his uncle, only then can he save his lands and restore peace, order, justice and freedom to his once forgotten people who are now mindless slaves, tormented to do the evils of his Uncle.

For his uncle has been torn to greed and corruption, all due to the jealousy caused by the good Prince's father, the once-mighty "late" king.

It has been said in a tale told by the Prophetic elders that only a brave warrior from another world can come and go inside the good Prince and save his people and his lands, and help the Prince find the true love of his life, a noblewoman of integrity and character to keep the Royal linage pure and good. Away from all evil. But no matter how many brave Warriors came from many lands, but failed, for they could never fight against the powerful yet very evil Sorcerer, the Prince's Uncle, and defeat the wretched monster that guarded the Prince's one true love.

But who will be brave to come to the good Prince's aid? Who will come to save the cursed Kingdom? Who will fight the good fight and win the heart of the mysterious princess to carry on the Prince's royal linage?

Who will do such a sacred self-sacrificing thing?

Who?