Two Is One

A love story of a couple greater than most. They start off with nothing, and continue on with nothing but each other, braving through all the pain and suffering of life, piece by piece.

 

For All Those Who Believe

 

 

 

Once Upon A Magical Time…

 

 

 

The Beginning

 

              Heat is a destructive force.  Obliterating everything in its path, it maims nature and rapes the poor soul of man.  Kaine doesn’t feel anything.  He is in the central area of the Sahara, in a crudely miniscule oasis just enough for 2 people.  His oxygen is low, his moral has died, and hope seems like it has vanished. But, another person is here with him.   His life force! The one who restores the hope, resurrects the moral, and instills him with the oxygen necessary.  All other feeling disappears, except for the lustrous feeling of love.  None other than the cute, shameful, lustful love.  She makes him feel amazing, as difficult as it is. She slowly prances out of the shadows, a tiger waiting to pounce.  The beauty of her body glistens against the water’s edge as she makes her way toward Kaine.  Her glare is serene, her eyes are perfection.  She moves toward Kaine, slowly taunting him with her motion.  Closer and closer, the tension increases.  Her hands come forward, and grasp her prey! She holds him tight, feeling his heart beat at the speed of light.  Her legs brush up against his body, the pure heat and smooth feeling unnaturally amazing.  Her head looks up, and her lips come into contact with his, as a passionate kiss is shared.  The sun agonizes, as he cannot begin to inflame himself with such beauty.  She is the model for perfection, the example of beauty, and the teacher of love.  Kaine is in love, and Aniya is his lover.  They have been happily stranded in the middle of the most barren places globally.  In the middle of their desert, their love has become an interminably unbreakable strand of iron, heaving much weight, as well as strength.  The lack of survival and shelter has not bothered them, for all they need now are each other.  Dreams can never suffice, as they don’t do her justice.  The phosphoric water and the swaying palm trees have become home to a couple of such atrocity. 

            The inspiring beauty of nature is astounding, but it has become blatant.  Kaine is in love, and must bring himself to a place where love can be fulfilled.  He decides one day to move.  To run away with Aniya, and leave the crude desert.  Leave the sand, and the beautiful water, and find a place that is almost as beautiful as Aniya, for nature can never match the beauty of a goddess, for goddesses create the mountains and oceans to mirror themselves.  “Aniya, my lovely dear, I ask of you a favor.  Remove yourself from this barren sand, and we shall fly away to a place of beauty! A place much like yourself, one that instills me with love and passion just as you do!”

            “Kaine, you are my heart.  It beats only for the sight of you, and the soft touch of your hands, the wet feeling of your lips.  You are my lover, and I love you more than you shall know.  I will go anywhere, as long as I can hold your hand on our journey.”

It is settled that Kaine and Aniya are to disappear, and discover a place where the grass is even, the sky is bright blue, and the clouds make comical shapes.  Where laughter can echo, and kisses can shine.  Love can finally run free, and nature herself can become one with human.  And so, they leave!

            They silently wave goodbye to their temporary home, where so many moments have been shared, and they start their tedious journey on a path with no end.  As promised, their hands are locked, providing a wonderful sense of security, both physically and in the mind.  Nothing can stop them, not the monstrous dunes of sand, or the torturous heat of the sun.  The strut onward, for the promised land awaits them! Inspiration is not needed, for when energy is low, all Kaine must do is indulge himself in the gorgeous deep green eyes of Aniya, and he finds his inspiration.  Making her life perfect is what he strives to do.  He continues on, now carrying her through the coarse sand, his hands on her soft legs.  Her head slowly droops to one side, landing on his shoulder.  Quietly, she snores, in such a cute way Kaine has no choice but to laugh.  His voice is miniscule in the vast area of the desert.  He tries not to be heard, rather to be ignored.  He need not wake up the sleeping beauty in his arms.

            As day breaks, Aniya comes awake, her first sight being the eyes of Kaine.  She reaches up, and passionately kisses him, her heart begins to race.  No feeling can mirror the lustful kiss she has just received.  He is not judgmental, nor arrogant, and knowing he is perfect just adds a plethora of pleasure to everything she does.  His face looks godly in the silhouette of the sun.  She realizes how lucky she is to have him, to love and cherish for as long as her heart so gladly beats.

            Kaine puts her down, and she stumbles.  He catches her, feeling her body heat up after sleeping.  She turns around, and falls on top of him, feeling his muscular body, and wanting nothing else but him.  They kiss, and kiss, for what seems like an eternity.  As she raises her head to breathe, a vague image comes into sight.  She screams, as she finally sees a bright patch of green.  We have made it.

            “My love, look at that! It is the place I have dreamed of! I have seen it every night, in my dreams, and I imagined us laying in that same grass, kissing as we are now!”

            Kaine turns and sees pure beauty.  There are a line of trees, full of fruit, just patiently waiting to be picked.  The grass is all the same height, as if nature itself takes a razor and evens each blade out.  There is a vast body of water, and he can faintly see the sight of flying fish, hoping out of the water, gliding through the fresh air recycled by the trees.  Animals are plentiful, living among each other in perfect harmony.  The euphonic sound of birds acts as a natural symphony, painting the ears with beautiful sound.  Perfection seems imperfect in a world where nothing is flawless, and everything is dreamy.

            They grab each other’s hands, sprinting to the new world.  As their feet leave the coarse sand, and come in contact with the soft grass, their minds fill with emotion.  Aniya sheds a tear, as her dreams have finally come true.  She bursts into tears, and Kaine holds her tight. 

            “My love, we are in the place of your dreams. How could the salty tears of displeasure touch your skin when everything is perfect?”

            “Everything is perfect.  That is why I am crying.  I love you.”

            He looks far into her eyes, and he sees her love.  He sees what brings them together, the iron girder that cannot be broken.  They both lean in, and share a kiss that stops all noise.  All the mystical animals of nature stop to watch a sight of pure love.  A sight surely sent from the Heavens.  Kaine and Aniya are in such a magical place, they cannot begin to comprehend the awe-inspiring beauty and inexorable luck that has befriended them.  They look up, and thank all that have brought them here, that brought them together, for their love is something that resides within them.  An aurora of power, and compassion.  They can never, ever, be separated, for that single moment in time, all life would stop. Love begins here, and never ends, following a journey much like the one just followed.  Love is unstoppable…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Look Deep Into My Heart, And Your Reflection Will Gleam Before Your Very Eyes…

  

 

The Illumination  

 

                                              Awake once more.  The pert spirit of Kaine ponders the lights he sees at such an early hour.  The sun devotes itself to illumination, and so forth it brings. 

            The Utopian society Kaine and Aniya have come to call home has finally begun to feel like its name.  All the forces of nature work as one, and beauty is interminable in a world where it originates.  The word itself surrounds the habitat of this perfect couple, providing a place to grow and develop, as well as indulge each other’s desires. 

            As Kaine stands to his full height, he glances down at his love.  She is asleep still, her luscious brown hair discarded in a wave across the soft grass.  Her skin glistens with the early sun shining of the morning dew, and it gives her a radiant, almost supernatural look.  Kaine cannot explain his lust for her. 

            Their love was founded few years back, although it seems like they’ve been in each other’s presence for decades.  A stranded beauty lay alone in the vast desert, and the savior happened to be galloping along atop his noble steed.  He rescued this lone goddess, only to be stranded with her for many years in an oasis.  This oasis was the token of fortune, sent by the Gods themselves, for an iron rung was strung between them, entitling them to a wonderful love, and inhibiting the lies of love at first sight.  It is here that they received a blessing; one that provided them with pure closure: They have found their true soul mates.

            Now, as the tedious journey merrily continues, Kaine looks around at his wonderful encampment.  It is as if Aphrodite herself rained beauty over this very spot.  The trees, oh how tall they are, are serene in nature, protecting what is young, and symbolizing the old.  The miniscule blades of grass, seeming rather useless in nature, their true purpose very different.  Where shall the beloved couple rest upon when love has exhausted them? The variety of wildlife, chirping and howling in symphonic euphony, painting the ears of Kaine and Aniya with stunning sound, with variation and perfection alike.  The blue sky, overpoweringly colorful, yet tasteless and bland, creates the soft aurora that surrounds the mystery of Utopia.  Clouds and stars, rotating every day; variation in the already perfect days.  The sun and moon, their yin and yang, giving necessary nutrients, and luminous glow.  When one tries to describe such a place, the vast language of English seems rather conceited and irrelevant, as no words can begin to portray a place of such awe-inspiring creativity. 

            As the morning continues on, Aniya awakens to the sound of the Doves, dancing in the sky in harmony.  Her head raises, and the first sight that comes into focus is the light, textured face of Kaine. 

            “Good morning, my love.  How might you be on such a wonderful day?”

            “Any day I have the privilege of being with you is wonderful”

            Before any more words are spoken, a passionate kiss is shared.  All the kisses shared between them are unique in nature, possessing such charisma and affection, that the Gods stop their duties to marvel at what they have solely created.  Astounded, they look at each other, and all that can reach their mouths are a smile.

            Kaine, like any good lover, has already prepared a hearty meal for the one who has stolen his heart. 

            “Aniya, you now possess my heart and you alone.  I must be sure to keep my heart in good order!”

            Her laugh sends emotion flying, and Kaine cannot help but smile.

            Today, Kaine plans to bring Aniya to a place he has found.  A place that conquers all other sights, one that enforces nature’s way of perfecting life by giving it imperfections.

            “Oh, my love, what a surprise there is for you today.  We have been around our wonderful Utopia plenty of times, but this morning, while you were still asleep, I ventured out to the outskirts of our plentiful land, and found a sight that will render you awe-struck.”

             Aniya gasps! She has been around this place a plethora of times! There is not one sight or landmark she has not painted or sketched!  How could this silly boy have found something her eyes have not lain upon?

            She does not believe her love, although he is never wrong.  But, in the late hours, when he has requested, she will travel with him to this “magical place.”

            As the day slowly ventures on, the daily routine is commenced.  Kaine evens out the grass and does the fragile gardening.  The farm they have conjured needs tending to and he is out there, his body soaked with perspiration, his mind set on Aniya. 

            Aniya does her daily chores, more feminine activities one might say. She tends to the plant and animal life, acting as a doctor and healing the animals with her beautiful singing and magic touch.  They all seem to move in harmony to the sound of Aniya singing.  They say music heals the soul; Proof lies in front of you.

               Finally, the late hours are bestowed upon them, and Kaine grasps Aniya’s hand.  Her hands are incredibly soft, and he loves every bit of it.  They set out westbound, following the trail of roses that Kaine planted to paint his love physically.  To this day she looks at the roses and feels a new warmth rise inside of her.  He’ll always be there for me…

            They full heartedly set out, unaware of the inspiration, or danger, that lies ahead of them.  Aniya feels the poking fear deep inside her stomach, but she knows that if she has Kaine’s hand, nothing can ever go wrong. 

            They walk for what seems like an eternity, and finally something materializes in the distance.  By now, Kaine is carrying Aniya in his arms, and she is asleep once more, her quiet breath echoing in the vast darkness that lay ahead as well as behind.  The only illumination is that of the moon’s faint white glow, barely giving any light at all.  A range of hills begins to appear in the black dark that engulfs them. 

            “My love, please awake.  We have arrived.”

            Aniya’s eyes open once more, and what she sees confuses her.  A simple group of hills? This is what we are here for? But she does not become pessimistic, as Kaine never disappoints. 

            Realizing she is in Kaine’s arms, she rests her head against his hard chest, and feels his heart beat beneath his rippling muscle. 

            His breathing increases as he ascends the steepest hill.  His arms don’t strain, as his strength is not matched by her light weight. 

            When they reach the top of the hill, Kaine sets Aniya down, and she stumbles for a second.  He catches her in lighting speed, and as they look into each other’s eyes, their feelings lead them down one path.  They embrace, stronger than ever, and know that destiny meant to put them together.  The way their bodies fit together perfectly is just the same as the way the Sun and the Sky fit perfectly, and the birds in the trees, and water in a river.  It is destined.

            They are now on each other, enjoying the lust lavishes that each has to offer.  Nothing can separate them; their iron bond is reinforced.  Aniya anxiously awaits the moment Kaine has been promising, but right now, she never wants to leave the grasp of his body. 

            Kaine looks at the sky, and knows that his gift will arrive shortly.  In his time waiting, he could ask for nothing more than the body of a goddess atop his own.  Their kisses grow longer, time slows down, and love becomes greater than gravity, nature, and all other forces alike.  

            Kaine looks up, and realizes his gift has arrived.

            “My love, although I can ask for nothing more than you right now, I plea for you to turn around and glance at the sight that surely shall expel your breath.”

            Aniya lifts up and, unaware, turns around.  What she sees, truly steals her breath. 

            Most might believe a sunset can get repetitious, but no sunset is like the one she is seeing. 

            The most prominent detail is the shape.  Stunningly, the sun is centered between two mountains that surround a river.  The curvature of the mountains provides a perfect stencil for the one shape that can amaze even the greatest of artists: The sun is forming a heart.  A radiant heart, one that gives out astounding lights, plentiful with colors, red, orange, and yellow.  The background portrays a mirage, filled with the Aurora Borealis, and shocks Aniya.  Her entire life has never once witnessed a sight so amazing.  Nature at its greatest.

            Aniya’s body goes into shock, as the true power of Earth hits her full on. She starts moving towards the sight, as if entering the gates of Heaven.  Kaine lets her go, but he spots a drop in the hill.

            “Aniya, stop! Do not move anymore!”

            But her mind is focused on only one thing.  The sight has put her into a trance, its beauty relieving her of all pain, and feeling.  It is absolutely amazing, and hap hazardous. 

            She steps forward a couple more steps, unknowing that one might be her last.

            Dazed and confused, she continues forward, until her foot feel ground no more.

            Kaine jumps out and tries to grab her, pleading her to stop.

            She continues, until her foot enters the empty cavity of space.

            Kaine jumps and misses, as he watches his love fall down endlessly.

            It’s over.  She’s gone…..

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pain Is In The Mind; Love Is In The Heart; Death Is In The Soul…

 

 

The Awakening

 

                                                They say when fear overwhelms the body; a man feels the devil inside of him.  They were wrong.  Man feels the devil not; for he becomes the devil.

            As the limp, cold body of Aniya thumps against the ground, Kaine feels nothing more than the devil. 

            A beautiful sunset, presented by the inspiration of nature herself, is shattered by the curdling scream of Kaine, as he realizes his life is nothing more.  His life now lays lifeless at the bottom of a ditch, the cruelty of wildlife defacing her body, destroying her perfection. 

            The morning is awash, as Kaine blacked out, sleeping through the night, envisioning only the sight of Aniya plummeting, over and over again, flooding his mind.  His heart yearns for reality to become a dream, but his mind knows better.  What he saw was no dream; it shall never become one.  One thing happened, history cannot alter.  Death. 

            As he awakes to the sound of the roosters eagerly crowing in the early hours, the salt-ridden face of Kaine is heated up by the rising sun.  His torn heart looks at the sky no more; his wet eyes take no sight of the beautiful land.  Emotions flood his mind; those of rage, hatred, and of loss.  His lips taste of cold dirt, and never again shall they be blessed by the soft, sweet lips of his love.  The frantic thoughts racing through his mind provide a searing migraine, and the inspiration to continue on has vanished.  Nature cannot provide such a feeling as the one provided by the sight of perfection; one in human form, with the soft, light skin; the dark, deep green eyes; long, slender legs, frantically running across fields, chasing after a wild rabbit, or picking an assortment of beautiful flowers; the soft hands, holding Kaine’s rough hands, running across his smooth chest, continuing on its path.  Her voice, one of divinity itself, now tattered and gone, never to be used again.  An instrument, sent to create euphony for the birds, as they envied her.  A gift, sent to pleasure her love with her soft, joyous moans.  A tool, used to call for help from the one person who could always save her.  But rescue is irrelevant; he was too late to rescue his gift.  Now his ears shall never again be blessed by the sound of his true love. 

            He need not ask why, for he knows why his entire life collapsed.  He failed his lover.  He could not step up to the call, to his duty and desire as a lover, and because of his inability, he lost what he could not have. 

            From the moment, many years ago, his eyes wandered upon a sight like no other.  She was lone, stranded, forgotten.  Left to die in the desert.  Luck had rescued her, and Kaine came upon the changing moment of his life.  His heart raced, his stomach churned, for he had never seen someone so…perfect. 

            Love had taken course, and the couple grew to one of great strength.  They needed no oxygen, no water, no food.  Seeing each other, embracing, kissing; these were the necessities for survival.  Love had redefined nature in its very presence.

            When things could not get better, a land of beauty, one that mirrors Aniya, was discovered by this couple. 

            All these memories, slowly fading with the fading of her.  Kaine starts to forget what she felt like, her personality, her body.  He tries to remember, his mind is straining, but it seems the memories of her died with her soul.  Memories are bridges, two anchors are needed, and one just collapsed suddenly, creating a tremendous downpour of destruction. 

            Tears leave his eyes once more, as he gets up and sees her body, now pale and flimsy, life crawling all over her.  All of this, my fault.  It could have been prevented, but nature wooed me into this barren hell with her beauty.  I was not strong enough…I never will be…

            As Kaine gets up, his legs fall out, and he falls back down.  Strength has left him, and he needs to eat.  The feeling of hunger is foreign, as he has not felt it so prominent before.  Aniya’s love has always been enough, and always will.  But it will no longer cure his desire, no longer linger his thoughts. 

            On the outskirts of Utopia, there is no food.  No happy life.  No joy.  Food does not exist that will not poison you or askew your mind.  Only ugly, grotesque life can exist in a place so crude.  Those of many legs, many eyes, no emotion.  Hairy, spindly creatures that insinuate pure fear into the human mind.  And these same creatures now inhibit the body of what once was perfection. 

            Kaine begins his journey back home, where food awaits.  He passes by the rose bed, which now looks colorless and dead.  The ground seems rougher, now filled with small stones, and insects scattered.  A stone embedded itself into Kaine’s foot, and he gasps with pain.  He drops to the cold ground, and digs the stone out of his flesh.  It seems as life itself has lost meaning, lost hope, with the loss of Aniya.  Nature becomes faded and dull, possessing no glint or shine, rather simply existing.  Flowers do not shine and sway; now impure and dying.  The trees, birds, and wild rabbits become stricken with melancholy, their life not joyous anymore, just boring.  Time passes slower than ever, each day spreading over years.  The sun wanes in the sky, moving slower than ever, as if the day cannot end without the light glinting off the moistened skin of Aniya after bathing in the waterfall.  The sun seems to cry as well, as it rains more often, and harder.  Kaine used to run in the rain with Aniya, both of them equally soaked, looking into each other’s eyes, and forgetting the rain was there.  When they kissed, the rain lightened, as if each drop was pausing to take a glimpse at what was once considered perfection.  Nature intended for love to be natural.  Natural it was, as all the forces of life stopped in perfect cutoff to view this sight.

            As the sight of green becomes seen, Kaine is relieved, as he sees the plump fruit resting upon the grass bed he had set up.  This was to be eaten by Aniya, and now his grief stricken mouth lies upon the ripe apples.

            The day trails on, more tears are shed.  Kaine cannot even retrieve the body, as this will take his life as well.  What kind of life is it, when love resides at the bottom of a ditch?

            Kaine screams at the gray sky; he yells at the animals.  Why, oh why, have you put this upon me! I have done nothing but love! Is this what the afterlife looks like? A place of grief, pain, and torture? If so, then I shall never die, as my life shall live on in harmony with the world, avoiding the place I truly hate!

            As night becomes evident, the moon comes to life.  As always, it is bright and white, illuminating the small bits of nocturnal life that reside in Utopia.  Aniya used to chase the opossums, ranting on about the pretty colors of its fur.  She always loved the nighttime, as it represented a darker, more seductive hour.  Now, night represents a time to tear in private, to grief alone, with no support, no touching words.  Nobody can help him, for he is on his own, truly alone now in a place torn in half by the evil of Death. 

            Asleep he is now, his mind taking over.       

            His dreams mirror his reality. 

            He is back at the hill, right on the outskirts.  He sees the perfect sunset, right in place.  Heart shaped, colorful; everything is perfect.  But, like all dreams, something is missing.  A piece, one of great importance.  Aniya is nowhere in plain sight.  He looks around, but he cannot find her.  He runs to the ditch, anxious to hear her voice, or feel her on him.  But the ditch is plain as well, except for one small detail. 

            An indent of a body.

            Aniya was here.

            “Hello there.”

            A scream escapes the frightened mouth of Kaine.  A scream of joy, not fright.  But that changes quite quickly.

            As he turns around, his mind expects a sight of his beautiful wife, in her soft silken dress, in perfect condition before her untimely passing.  No feeling can describe this.

            When he turns around, Aniya is not who he thought.

            Her face is tattered, bloody, and torn to pieces.  Her body is limp, and broken bones protrude from her bent arms.  Her legs are crooked; blood and dead insects scattered across her faded red skin.  Her eyes are no longer green; they are blood red, deep and painful.  Her hair is a mess, knotted and dirty.  The Death of Aniya has brought about a creature to take her place.  Her voice is disgruntled and strained, her mouth stained with black.  She smells of horrible things, and her nails are adorned with her own skin; scars of self-inflicted pain.

            Aniya is nothing more than a monster.

            She looks up, and screams at the sunset, her hatred evident.  This very sight took her life, she now blames it. 

            She looks to Kaine, and smiles, her teeth filled with rotting soil.  He cannot bear to look. 

            Kaine notices tears running down his face.  Are these tears of fear, or tears of sadness?

            He has no time to figure this out, as Aniya begins to speak to him.

            “Kaine, you disgust me.  Your evil ways have brought upon my death.  My love for you was like no other, and you chose to throw it away.  My body lay dead now, rotting at the bottom of a ditch.  My soul sitting in the fiery chambers of Hell.  The devil himself laughs, as he hears my story, and how my lover was unable to save the most precious thing of his life.  Now, I look upon you, and am startled by how you mourn me.  If you loved me so, you surely could have risked your life to prevent my loss?”

            Kaine is now startled, tears flooding his clean shaven skin.  Only one thought can be brought upon his mind.  Hate. 

            Hate.  He feels hate not for Aniya, but for himself.  It was my fault.  All of it.

            He looks at Aniya, and tries to speak.  “I’m sorry my love, can you ever forgive me?”

            Her answer becomes evident. 

            She screams a scream that kills all life. 

            She looks at him, and charges.  She knocks him down, right over the ledge she fell over.  As he falls, he feels the power of gravity overtaking his body.  Right before he hits the ground, the last thing he sees burns into his memory.

            Aniya is standing there, in normal, perfect form, a blade in her hand, a smile on her face…

            Kaine awakes from his dream, and immediately runs to his cave.

            It is time.  I must end this misery right now.

            He sprints inside, tripping and scrambling over the jagged surface.  He searches for what he wants, but cannot find it.  His mind is enraged, adrenaline rushing his body, and skewing his thoughts.  But only one option is left.

            The glint of the knife finds his eye. 

            He has found it.

            The knife he used for hunting shall now sever his bond to reality.  His soul shall float to the heavens, and reunite once more with his love.

            He runs out of the cave, lying right outside in perfect view of the moon.  He cries out. “Oh Aniya! My love for you has no bounds! Without you, I have become nothing!  Only one way can reunite us.  I must be with you!”

            He takes the knife, and wields it above his muscled chest.  His heart is racing now, as he knows what will come next.  The feeling of pain, the slight tinge, and complete darkness.  His soul shall rise to the heavens, and there he shall meet once more with Aniya.

            His strength fills his arms, the weight of the knife getting heavier by the second in his hands. 

            His eyes are awash with water, his mind focused on one image.

            His body sends the impulse, and his hands plunge to the end.

            The tip of the blade makes contact with his chest, and the full force of his strength jabs the knife deep into his chest, severing all bone and muscle in the way. 

            The pain is unbearable. 

            Kaine screams out, calling Aniya’s name.  The pain in his stomach, however, is cured by divinity itself.

            As Kaine stares into the sky, an angel comes into view.  She is intensely glowing, her wings beating down a soft wind upon the bloody body of Kaine.  Her body is petite, her skin a light shade of brown.  She slowly spins down to Kaine, and instantaneously, the memories flood back.  The loving.  The days.  The minutes.  The single moment.  All brought back by one thing. 

            The dark, deep green eyes of the angel are eyes Kaine can never forget…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Above And Beyond; Let’s Take The Ultimate Flight…

 

 

The Revelation

 

                                                Deep green hazel, infused into the human mind.

            The only color his heart leaps for.

            The purity of one night can impose an eternity of events, following so closely.

            As light shines brightly, interminably glowing in a luminescent field surrounding him, the speed of ascension creates a faux high.  One light shines above the rest, the angelic soul of his lover, leading him to a world of eternal peace.

            She looks back at him, her beautiful face and radiating skin blinding Kaine.  Her green, piercing eyes, the ones of obsessive causes, softly glance upon his own.  There is no path, no walkway to freedom.  It must be attained, whether through rough or smooth. 

            Aniya faintly whispers to him, soothing the tremor in his mind.

            “A dream, I have, that we may forever be together.  You brought to us Utopia, plentiful with life, prosperous of love.  And now my dear, I lead you to a place that marvels our modern society.”

            Kaine is quick to reply.

            “My dear, as I have stated more than once, you are my heart.  Where you go, I must accompany, for my emotional survival, my emotional soul, resides within your very body.”

            If love could be made while in the sky, Kaine and Aniya would be the master artists.  The way their bodies fit together perfectly, the way their thoughts reflect upon each other, the way their hearts beat at simultaneous moments.  They think of each other as no less than perfect, as perfection is a perspective, not a trait. 

            The lights become more rapid, the rushing air pushes against their bodies.  The heat of the sun beams across their radiating bodies, insinuating heat throughout.  Kaine, before leaving sight, turns his head.  He enigmatically looms upon the ground, glancing at the vivacious mountain ranges, the great fields.  The perfect river, which provided food and water.  The large, bright green field, where they had shared the most passionate moments.  The hills, where love seemed to collapse in an eerie death.  The body of Kaine, his chest imbrue with the sharp metal edge of the Blade of Devotion.  All the animals are assembled in the midst center of the perfect world, as if mourning the loss of a great leader, or a prized possession. 

            The salt of tears, now familiar with the course skin of Kaine, lays itself again upon his cheek. 

             “Do not cry, for what you are about to see will surely amaze you.”

            Aniya attempts to reassure Kaine, but his deep depression takes over his anxiety.

            “I try not to, but I cannot seem to comprehend the past events.  So much has happened in such little period, it all seems to be unreal.”

            “Nothing will make sense at our present state.  But do trust me, once we arrive, all will be in order once more.”

            Kaine, as always, takes Aniya’s promise, as she is never wrong. 

            Flight continues as before, with many gleaming, flashing lights, and a beautiful sight.  Since the beginning, Aniya has held his hand close, tightly grasped, her petite hands rather miniscule to the hard worked hands of Kaine.  His eyes can’t help but travel up her arm, wildly in love with every part of her.  They travel to her body, her extenuated curves simply slicing through the clear, light air.  Her long, tanned legs, stretching to their full length in the rash air pressure.  But, most beautiful of all, her luscious brown hair.  The way it madly swings in the empty space, the wonderful scent engulfing Kaine’s senses.  The light, yet exaggerated curls that create a varying glow.  The perfect length, extending down to the small of her back, resting upon the lightly tanned soft skin.  Portraiture at its greatest still yearns to capture the serene beauty accompanying nature’s greatest work of art.  A blessing, it is, to be in the company of such an astoundingly beautiful person, whose heart beats for only one man. 

            As time continues on, Kaine realizes the altitude they are at.  As the ground fades into an image too small to see, Kaine glances upward at the newfound world.  Their altitude describes many attributes.  The light air, the glow of the moon, and the sweet smell of fresh precipitation, circulating throughout the midnight sky.  They have slowly ascended to the clouds, as white as snow, floating along in the dark sky. 

            Their divine bodies twirl through the sky, bumping into small lumps of water vapor, descendent of neighboring clouds.  Every time they look up, the clouds part in modesty of the moon’s eerie reminiscent glow. 

            “Kaine, my love, shield your eyes, as our long journey must end with a surprise.”

            Kaine closes his eyes, and begins feeling himself shift to the left, and hears noise rambling in the distance.  Suddenly, the ground beneath his feet assumes solidity, and his legs begin to walk. 

            His senses run wild, as his emotion begins to scatter.  The ground feels soft, yet solid, and supports his weight while still creating a moving effect.  The air seems drastically different than of that outside the “world,” and his breathing returns to normal.  His nose picks up smells of food, rain, and the impetuous smell of freedom.  His hand is released, and his temptation to open his eyes is cured when the greatest sense of all comes along.

            His lips taste the sweet melody of love.

            Aniya takes his body in full force, holding his muscled chest in her hands.  Her hair brushes off onto his shoulder, inducing a memoir of their times in the ocean.  Her legs rub against his, the smooth skin urging his desires.  Her lips make contact; rushing vivid memories of the many romantically intimate moments they have so often shared. 

            As they break, her body stays close, as her mouth goes to the side of his head.  She kisses his neck, and travels to his ear.

            She whispers, her tone filled with romance.

            “Being without you left me empty within.  I left our Utopia, and watched as you mourned.  My mind could not stand to watch you, thinking how I could be with you.  Now, as my wishes are granted, we are here together, myself in your arms once more, feeling our hearts beat in eurhythmic euphony.  I bring to you, my eternal lover, the land I now call home.  Welcome to Carteshia.”

            As the eyes of Kaine take sight, a simple thought or phrase cannot begin to explain the sight.  Language itself seems incompetent in retrospect to describe such a world. 

            The moonlight glow accents the bright white buildings, stretching on for as high as the eye can comprehend.  The ground forms when necessary, as if it has an ingenious mind.  The people, constantly smiling, do not look upon Kaine as a stranger, rather a visitor.  They are humanoids, but taller, leaner, and rather refined.  They walk with a smooth gait, as if gliding upon the heavenly ascension they reside in.  Everything is rounded, giving a clean look to all objects.  There is no electricity, no harmful fumes.  Human thought powers the environment.  An advanced world describes the lowest possible achievement of Carteshia. 

            “Please, my dear, tell me I am dreaming once more.  That you are here with me, but this beauty is not.  It cannot be real.  Perfection rains upon this spot.”

            “Oh, but it is, my sweet Kaine.  I have been astounded by the structure, by the usage of the land. The Carteshian people, their hearts dream of peace.  They have welcomed me as if their own bearing.  I promise you, as I always have, that you can find no better place.”

            As Aniya brings upon a tour of the land, Kaine constantly is amazed at the advancement of the world.  The people prepare friendly grins, greeting him in praised commencement. 

            Aniya leads Kaine around the area, familiarizing him with the hospitalities and necessities.  His mind is indifferent, as he is still astounded by the hidden city within the clouds. 

            As midnight draws close, Aniya leads Kaine back to the cottage she obtained, where the celebration shall truly begin. 

            The cottage is modest in size, and has a small chimney lurking out of the roof.  The door is made of finely crafted oak, and is quite heavy.  The doorknob is plated in gold, glinting through the night from the moon’s light.  There are two windows, complete with locks.  It is very similar to houses of ancient times, as well as retrofitted with modern technologies. 

            There is no keyhole, only a glass pad.  Aniya places her finger upon the pad, and the door opens without help.  As it comes to a stop, Kaine looks completely fazed. 

            “How might this inanimate object ever move itself?”

            “Oh, Kaine, you have just come to receive a small preview of the magic of Carteshia.”

            Although small, the cottage has a certain aurora of spacious.  The kitchen stands to the right side, and the middle room acts as a living room.  To the left, the bedroom resides.

            Aniya leads Kaine directly to where they both want to go.

            The door to the bedroom is like the entrance door, except made of sharply sliced granite, with silver accents running throughout.  The doorknob is gold as well, with a glass tablet above it.

            Aniya places her hand against the tablet, and with a quiet “beep”, the door opens with a deep groan.

            Immediately the smell escapes.

            A compound of vanilla, and rose, the scent of the bedroom tinges Kaine’s senses.  His desires are accelerated by this very trait. 

            The couple walk in, and the door silently shuts behind them.  The bed is in perfect condition, neatly set and tucked.  The frame is a beautiful mahogany, with four tall tiers standing proud, diamonds atop their posts.

            The carpet is a shaggy red, and is soft against his bare feet.  The bed sheet is a bright yellow, extenuating the room with an eager glow.  There is a skylight above the bed, giving a perfect view of the new moon.           

            Aniya twirls Kaine around, and stops him facing her.  She takes him tight, holding him with her strength.  She looks into his dark, thoughtful brown eyes, and feels his mind thinking about nothing but her.  She smiles, her white teeth reflecting off his eyes, and his smile signals the moment.  Their lips, like many other times, make close contact, their love for each other physically portrayed.           

            A kiss can be shared in a multitude of ways.  A sweet, friendly kiss on the cheek, or a passionate, devoted kiss on the lips.  A kiss on the forehead, giving integrity when most needed.  A small touch on the hand, a sign of nobility and respect.  A deep, romantic kiss, shared whenever and wherever needed.

            Aniya leads Kaine backwards, pulling off his tattered shirt.  His hands reach into her shirt, feeling her stomach, knowing her heart is beating just as fast as his.  Aniya leans backward, and falls upon the bed with Kaine atop her.  Their kiss breaks, and her hands rub down his hard chest, feeling the accented muscles rippling through his dark skin. 

            As time slows down, love increases, and their bond strengthens with every moment.  Aniya is atop Kaine, seducing his every desire in perfect harmony.  Their deep care for each other resounds within every movement, every touch.  Their kisses are like none other, deep and passionate, yet humorous.  They have known each other so long; their love has become greater than the rest, since it is filled with the joyful romance only found in couples of true integrity.

            The night continues on, and after they have fulfilled their deepest desires, they now lay asleep, entangled together in their comforting bed.  The moonlight shines on Aniya’s cheek; the same one Kaine kisses every day.

            As the night reaches its denouement, a man approaches the cottage.  His mind is set on one goal.  His eyes are cold with bloodshed.  His hands are torn and scarred by those who rebel.  The body of this man is supernatural, possessing great strength, and no respect.

            His pocket carries a blade.  One that has brought countless deaths. 

            Not the blade of devotion, which has become very familiar.

            A blade of pure, cold hatred.

            The Blade of Death.

            Curved in its shape, stained by life, the blade is meant for one purpose only.  This man has no other intention than to remove what stands before.

            He places tape atop the glass tablet, removing the fresh handprint.  Placing the handprint on a manikin hand, the man gains access to the cottage.

            He uses the hand again, and as the door opens, his bloodthirsty eyes spot his prize.

            Kaine is asleep, with Aniya in his arms, their breathing causing a serene stillness in the room.

            The man takes out the blade, wiping off the previous stains of human blood.  He sulks over to Aniya, and stealthily removes Kaine’s arm from her.  She twitches, unknowing of the tragedy about to unfold.

            The man looks at Aniya’s petite face, her mouth placed in an everlasting smile.

            Regaining that smile will be the hardest thing you ever do…

            The man rubs his palm against her cheek, the warmth of her body frightening him.  But he has not come for the beauty of the land.

            I must remove what stands before…I must remove what stands before…

            He creeps to the other side, his blade gripped tightly in his hand.  Kaine is now released of Aniya, and his shirtless body is scarred by the entrance of the suicidal action committed on Utopia. 

            Many more scars will tear through your skin…

            The man places his hands under the quiet body of Kaine, lifting him as if weight was nonexistent.  He slices through Kaine’s wrist, letting it bleed across the floor.  The man carries Kaine outside of the cottage, his blood leaving a distinctive path across the bedroom floor and the white tile of the living room.  The door is kicked open, awaking Kaine.

            His eyes are weary, and he is not quick to awake. 

            All the time I desire…

            The man drops Kaine atop the cold ground of the night.  He is mildly awake now, staring face to face into his killers deep red eyes.

            As the glint of the blade is reflected by the moon, Kaine sees the dried blood.  His worst memories are conjured up as he remembers the deep stinging pain of a metal blade.  He opens his mouth to scream, but is conquered by the foot of the man.  He sits atop Kaine, restricting his lungs.  The blade is now at its highest level, awaiting the moment of dissension into his healing chest. 

            Kaine’s last screams echo throughout the village.

            Aniya awakes rapidly, immediately noticing the absence of her lover.

            As she looks down, the faint red glimmer of blood against red carpet catches her eyes.

            Her eyes follow the fresh path, seeing it lead toward the door, a set of large footprints accompanying it. 

            The door of the bedroom closes as the screams of her lover echo within her ear.

            She doesn’t scream, as shock overwhelms her body.

            Her fears are enhanced by the grim gift left upon the door.

            A note, taped to the door in a rushed manner, but legibly penned.

A man must be ridden of hence evils,

His soul split of all desire;

To stand forth a hero, a lover,

A fighter beyond our comparison.

Death has not befallen a lover,

For love itself protects the soul;

Torturous manner, likely guaranteed,

Love cannot protect such a deed.

To love once more, the soul must purify,

Removal of sin, therefore and hereby;

I do promise to always be in sight,

Until found, I bid you Good Night…

-Until next time, D.L. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Once again, I love criticism. It makes me better and explains to me how to get better. Thank you guys :)