Short stories and snippets : Sera

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“Sera…”

.: You mention her name yet again. :.

He didn’t respond to the voice in his head and continued staring ahead, lost in his thoughts. He twirled the heart-shaped pendant in his fingers before gently wrapping them around it.

.: I sense you are nervous. What do you fear the most? :.

He kept quiet, before looking up. The tiny light orb floated in front of him, its glow lighting up his features, revealing clearly the look of worry on his face.

“Sera…”

.: Who is this Sera? :.

He stared at the orb before lifting the pendant to his face.

“Someone important. Someone I saved from demons.”

There was a muffled boom and the hallway trembled a little, sending tiny debris falling down from the ceiling. He looked up and let out a huff.

.: Why is this person important to you? :.

“Because I found something precious to me. The reason for fighting…”

.: But that is your job, your calling, you vocation. You have always been facing demons and slaying them. You have always saved people from demons. What makes her different? :.

“This…”

He lifted the heart-shaped pendant. The light orb floated nearer to inspect it, its glow causing glints to appear on the metal work. The light orb suddenly went brighter in shock when it realised that the pendant was emitting heartbeats.

.: It’s alive! :.

“Yes…”

.: But how? :.

“It’s lives because there’s a spell cast on it. It’s the spell of trust. She entrusted her heart to me. I must protect it.”

.: Where is she now? :.

“Far away. Safe. But she’s always close to me. I feel her heart beating next to mine when this pendant rests upon my chest.”

.: Do you miss her? :.

“With every breath I take…”

Another tremor, this time more violent. The light orb now glowed bright, so bright that he had to shield his eyes.

.: THEY HAVE BREACHED THE OUTER WALLS! THEY ARE COMING! FIRST WAVE IS CALLED TO ACTION! :.

“Understood…”

He got up, picking up his sword and shield that lay on his side. Several more units of First Wave came running down the hallway and passed him, each of them having a light orb following them.

“We go now,”

.: Yes, we must go indeed! :.

He held the pendant close to his lips and whispered.

“Wait for me. I’ll come back to you my love. I need to fight, but I will come back. I have to. I must return your heart to you. And my heart must return to you. You are my reason to live. Protect me my love,”

He kissed the pendant and ran towards the assembly of First Wave units. The tall wall that stood before them started to slide open, revealing the outside world beyond the safety of their sanctuary walls. The units ran out, weapons in hand, shouting calls of war and battle.

Their wings spread open and they flew into action.
He joined them in the air.

I will come back to you…
I have to…
I need to…

Wait for me…

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Poetry : Betting on the clover

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So where would you like to place your own bet?
I pondered on what the dealer had said.

I looked at the table right before me,
Many prizes to place my money.

One side lay many shiny a car,
Luxuries grand to take me afar.

The other side had a lot of money,
Stacks of numbers for all eyes to see.

Yet what really caught my two hopeful eyes,
Was an object, in the middle it lies.

A tiny flower, so frail and pretty,
It was a clover, as precious can be.

It had four leaves, a rare find indeed,
It brought with it luck, a true prize to keep.

This little thing was all I wanted,
I cared not for others that tempted.

No matter the end for it I would fight,
Whatever the odds what I sought for was right.

The dealer looked up and I nodded back,
The game was set, we were right on the track.

I held my dealt cards close to my face,
Arranging my cards at a very calm pace.

It was a gamble of both mind and luck,
At this moment in time was when I got stuck.

To go on with this endeavour of chance,
A risky business, an uncertain dance.

I took a card out and it was a spade,
With it I bury my past and my hate.

I thought a while and next threw out a club,
Three leaf clovers that I had gave up.

I now had several cards remaining,
Where to place them I was still pondering.

I took a card out, on it were diamonds,
A bet I placed atop stacks of tokens.

It was the value I placed the clover,
Precious to me each minute and hour.

I then looked towards the “high stakes” square,
Where players placed high valued bets there.

I placed a card with many a heart,
A big decision, both risky and hard.

The dealer called out for any last bet,
Before all things were placed proper and set.

I placed a King card on the “hopes” square,
The clover’s left side, I placed it right there.

The dealer thus start to play his own hand,
I hoped next to my King a Queen card would land.

A scary gamble, the prize well worth it,
As the cards were dealt time slowed down a bit.

With breath held I wait, and hoped for the best,
To win my clover, my whole life to last.


Author’s notes:

This was a piece inspired by an imagery of sitting at the gambling table playing the game of life.

Life brings with it many challenges as well as moments where the rewards are great matched only by equal amount of risks. There are times and moments when you will be at that crossroad and you have to make that decision.

To win gloriously, or to lose terribly.

Loses can always be won back but it depends on the stakes put out. When one bets their heart, the risk of loss is ever so great.

But sometimes, you come to a point where you ask yourself, what is it that you fight for. What is it that you would risk so much for.

My answer gave birth to this piece. What would I risk everything and so much for?

A meaning to my life.