She left that place beyond the labyrinth, but yet for a long time the people did not respond to her absence.
Perhaps they thought, she was only gone temporarily. It made her feel liberated with joy and broken with the liens of pressure and burdens, that which she would otherwise need to cover with a meaningful and stalling plan. Even though she left this old world, she did not rid everyone else away, there, there were humans that were still hiding behind the masks they created from the fear of the Vampires. Some of them were living within the grey matters of their minds, still alive inside and still fighting their own opinionated voices. Thinking would they still have souls tomorrow.
A place of mass verdicts, the place where the hypnosis of mental brainwash revolve inside a siphoning loop. The female vampire throne, a place you can win only by dominion, bloodshed and cruelty. She makes the rules and the other females just follow, praise and imitate. And while she sits next to the Vampire King, a complete misogynist with no mind or opinion of his own, percieved as potential intellects of the now conformed society and deep inside, there is no insight that dwells from within. Every decision for revenge so small, and so petty that it begins with spilled milk.
This Vampire leadership, both males and the females, detested Skeal. She could never truly understand the reasons why, maybe they just didn't have any, but in the presence of prejudices their motives everyday, was to destroy her in every little way. She walked this road of inequality, everyday, for a decade.
Love to her was so inevitable, a bond that fit into nothing and everything. She was never ready for the other. Jealousy, was famous here. It was something she knew very well, and therefore she avoided it as much as she could. Stuck in between the romantic notions of Vampires and the humans, she could never explain the flaw of what she was always already doing in between.
She wasn't ready to live a two dimensional experience of romance, to her, it felt like she would be treated like a digital game.
She remembers on gloomy days; they would even tear away and dissect, the handful of her meaningless happiness, sometimes in outbursts of epiphanies. They were like bits of morbid, conscious innocence she had to cherish - knowing, in the back of her head that she had nothing to prove and, what made her happy did not really come from anyone or anything.
It wasn't distraction from the torment nor was it what she wanted to portray about herself; and besides, that was one thing the cold hearted hated the most about her. And just like that, it was nature she slowly became afraid to express in a world of limited Identity.
Sometimes, she thought to herself in her introverted mind. Maybe she was a product of their conscience, their worst voice, the voice that reminds them how foul and monstrous they've become. An original song. An internal conditioning, a voiceless taboo, a sacramental weapon. So small and so big, yet still nothing that belonged to them.
Here she was at the Convergence Sanctuary, pondering upon these memories from her past. It wasn't a life, it was captivating survival.
She wasn't a bloodhound and she did not have the heart for cruel apathy. In her Sanctuary, she built something extra-ordinary, a gallery of networks that interconnected with the frequencies of souls that were still human, in their digitalized world.
It put them under futuristic threats from malice against such underlying and fragile frequencies. At times she felt as though she was sinning, but she had no other choice but to dwell in the indulgence for such an advantage, because to her it was meant to care for the ones she loved, even though some of them had turned into those heartless vampires. Skeal was able to combine magic with virtualism exactly where the plug fit; at the Labyrinth.
And as she helped cultivate the magic of these two worlds, she became legendary among the Healorians.
Dwelling in empathetic conscience gave her insights about such a higher purpose; that there was still life and a certain undying consciousness of humanity that flickered in their minds, and this made them question the reality they believed in.
A message popped from a cloud handle, with variable chains like - empathy, vampires, roots, ego. And this channel somehow opened to their Room, as though the magic directed such content to them like the drifting clouds. And a message in the form of a poem displayed before Skeals eyes.
What she thought was that a lover from the past wrote a poem about her. She felt quite glad that, in time, somebody felt her absence. She thought maybe she was really dead now.
"Where Your Roots Once Held Me
I did not know the garden you came from,
only the warmth of your hands
and the way your laughter
softened the room like candlelight.
I never asked the soil your story
I only held your petals,
believing the bloom would stay.
But now the air is cold,
the nights too long for sleep.
There is a hush where your voice should be,
a dim echo where your footsteps were.
And the earth remembers you
in ways I never learned to.
Strange, how the heart aches
for what it never understood
as if loving you was not a moment,
but a world
I did not know how to keep.
And I did not know where you are.
Now I water ghosts of our memories,
searching the ground for traces
for the roots I never saw
but still, somehow, i
feel."
TheRebootBoy
Skeal contemplated and thought to herself.
'Would it alarm him if I sent him a response? But it is also a secret foundation I built just to hide from them. Perhaps, I should take more time to decide. Am i really dead to them?'
She thought she would also have to explain the labyrinth and how their world in Nefa is now closer to a digital hologram than to heaven. And that some of them would go to hell because they bring destruction on already broken plates.
'They were friends, and they may argue.'
"So how do you think she did it? This digital channel. It's virtual databases are so heavy." Said Helios to Nebula, even though that was something he says to joke around, everytime. They were two of those people that had access to the entire Sanctuary. They weren't just co-workers and employees. They were the rock, the essence that helped bring such a place to life.
They were the closest people to Skeal and they adored her. They also have their own rooms in the Sanctuary.
"You know what they say? the key was misogyny." Nebula said.
"Hahhaha, they laughed together."
"Do you think she's gonna bring one of her human friends from the other side?" Nebula added.
Both, Nebula and Helios were learners- and fast ones for that matter, they even helped Skeal introduce different levels of spiritual and magical knowledge to the people of this secret foundation.
Skeal was afraid that one day her Vampire enemies would learn of the years of experiences she spent teaching the people of Healorians the really fragile and sensitive knowledge of this type of magic and healing and the weakness was impurities like bloodshed and apathy.
Meanwhile,
Skeal went down a Memory lane again, of the time when their friendship was bound by connectedness and love, but alot of things happen to her in the Vampire world; and change in design comes like the unpredictable weather, which slowly turns into a hurricane.