Day: 14. June 2010

I stood with my sword in hand, ready to kill her. I felt awful, I knew I couldn’t kill my best friend. But she isn’t your best friend. She used you to gain power. You didn’t know then. She was, at that time a normal human. I thought. Krisba, with her many mouths, growled at me. She flicked her scaly, green legs. She charged, and I swiftly dodged and she hit a rock. I tapped my sword, and it became a ninja star. I launched it at her with full force. It merely scratched her neck, but she stumbled. I used that opportunit to launch it at her again, at her feet. She fell over, and I almost stabbed her with the sword. Then, I saw a light so bright, it could blind any mortal. It was coming from Krisba’s stone heart. The light formed into the Krisba, but it was the Krisba that was kind to me, the real Krisba, my best friend. I tried to grab the light, but then it vanished. Krisba, in her monster form, got up and lunged at me. I felt no more in my legs and arms and saw no more.

Birth is the key to life

Life is needed for death

Death is feared by many

Many know that death is normal

Normal is a stereotype, normal isn’t real

Real things are created by birth.