Hey guys! Sorry I dropped off the face of the earth for a while! July was a super busy month. So as you can imagine I didn’t have a whole lot of time for blogging or writing, but before you get really bummed…I have written you a story! In the early part of July me and my sister discovered this super, amazing, talented singer named Eurielle. One of her songs is Carry Me. It’s a really sweet song, and since the first time I heard it I wanted to try and write a short story for it. So as I was winding down for the night I was listening to it, and these words started running through my head. So finally after a month of listening to this song, and trying to think of a way to use it as the plot of my story I think I’ve done it! So without further ado….
The ringing of metal resonates through the air as the waves crash together. Horses and men alike pounding the earth as the wind rustles the grass. All these sounds, yet the earth sits barren. Gone is the scars of war, hidden is the blood spilled on the ground. All that remains are the memories of those who lived. The love that never left the hearts of those who still wait for their loved ones; the pain of knowing they never will return. Elle watched as the waves smashed against the rocks, thoughts tossing with the water. The castle had been too loud these days, every whisper growing to a scream, every glance lengthens to stares. Many had lost their loved ones, but none seemed to expect her to mourn. She could still hear the man’s words as he reported to her father; still feel the ache puncture her like a sword. The screaming as women learned of their men’s death. Yet, no one seemed to notice the silent screams from Elle; her frozen state as she sat there, the words echoing through her head like canon fire. None but him. The one who orchestrated everything. Handpicked every soldier, cavalry, and archer. The one who knew how to get rid of someone without causing any blame to be placed. Elle’s eyes traveled to the throne where that man sat. Rage and sorrow making her body tremble.
Closing her eyes she forced the memories away. She would not allow the rage to burn her again. Not here. A gentle wind kissed her skin, and she knew it would be alright. No longer would she scream at the thought of him. No longer would she mourn the love ripped from her heart. From now on she would smile, and wait. Wait for the waves to carry her away to where he waited for her. As she lifted her face the sun shone across the shore, warming her with its embrace. Yes, she was going to be okay, because she knew somewhere above he was waiting for her.
Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to leave comments of your thoughts below! Thanks again for being patient with me and my horrible blogging schedule!