The Unprotective Essay: The Acknowl Of Anarelle

My footsteps echoed in the empty halls. I gravitated toward the forlorn cry of my raven that sounded in the main hall where a dim, green glow clawed its way out of the doorway. As I made my way up to my throne, the black marble floors gleamed under my bare feet; I favored the raw feel of the ice-cold floors beneath my heels to remind me that pain comes when you are unprotected – a lesson that I learned ten years ago. Oh, but it seemed so long ago, when I was just a naïve girl in the Meadows of Anarelle. I had spent day after day amongst the fields full of jewels and flowers that glistened in the effervescent sunshine, and I had spent many nights underneath the gems in the sky in fields that seemed to stretch on ad infinitum. I learned soon …show more content…
My memories of heaven were now tainted with pain and suffering. I preferred to dwell in the simplicity of darkness. Its gloomy cloak was my haven, where the dualistic qualities of the outer world could not enter. My stay in the Meadows of Anarelle had desensitized me to vanity. It was all just a bright façade; the glittering riches were just a bait for the foolish and beauty was something that would inevitably die away. In this realm, no wall held the burden of a superfluous adornment and no being had to hold the pretense of being somebody else. The cold stripped us all down until only our truest forms …show more content…
“We require your assistance with the thel seeds.” With a dramatic sigh, I raised myself from the throne. “If I must, then I shall return to the Meadow,” I replied. I was the only being who could obtain the potent seeds, from which we grew all of our crops. They only grew in that dreadful place and of course, I must be the one to handle them. As my crimson nails reached down towards the soft dirt, black tendrils reached up to grab my wrist. The poison, something created to repel any Man from reaping the rewards from its seeds, could not infiltrate my body, but two of my closest kin had already been lost to the wisps of smoke during a Harvest. I smiled softly, remembering the feeling of the same soil covering my skin on a day of celebration in the Meadows many years ago. My companions cleared their throats and I whirled around to see the face of my closest friend. A stinging sensation bit my cheek from her blow and pain of losing a friend hurt unlike anything I had every experienced before. That night, I cried myself to sleep, finding no comfort, even in the darkness I had called my