I had a large window in my room. It was unlike the other dormitory rooms, but I liked it. Long light could be put through, reflecting off of the surfaces and ultimately lighting up the area. There was no need to use electricity or artificial lighting. Even the moonlight managed to illuminate the room just enough to see. The only problem knocked at the door, or window rather, when the clouds covered the sky and the moon’s light, or it was the time of a new moon- when that space rock floating around the world would almost vanish completely. Wait… why am I thinking of that now?

Ha, my thoughts seem to travel rather quickly. One moment, I’m thinking about one thing, and the next, it has been forgotten, and will stay that way forever. In a way, why do I even bother? It is just one big cycle after another… but so addicting in the end- I cannot resist.

If that is how this brain functions, well, why am I not thinking about more pressing matters? A good question, In…
Don’t. Just don’t. I can say my name. And in a way, it really is not just mine, is it?
Wow, this only happens once in a blue moon. Seeing and hearing your voice like this. Are you not a part of me? It is almost as if the right side of the brain is talking to the left side, but they are still the same person and the same personality, beautifully mixed. Yet once in awhile, one side tries to overpower the other. Is that what you are here for, In…

Stop it already. It’s annoying. What are you to press me about this time? I’m allowing a smile to show, but that does not mean I am necessarily pleased. Right, this world is an interesting one. It has a weird set of rules and physics that is so different from the others. They are not strict… but not lenient or open either. And for some reason, my usual way of going about this is not exactly working. I cannot say why… maybe I just need to try harder? You know how I am- I will win in the end. I always do. This place has nothing on me, and thankfully, does not even see me as a disturbance just yet, does it. You, on the other hand, Vi…
Even now… the rest of the name. How are you doing that? Just one of those times, I guess. How interesting- I certainly should learn that trick, sometime.

But what am I here for? This quilt is my plaything- this patchwork. All the verses strung together, and traversing through threads. Does that make sense to you, surely? At first, I guess I chose it. I went ‘there’, and the law overruled me. My memories and the truth about myself were locked away. I was a pure being again, in a way. That’s funny, isn’t it? Your laughter is just as I remember it. Yet, that place was not a ‘reality’, was it? A new concept, reality. Pocket dimensions are such a bore. Illusions and mirages get old after a while. Vi…

FINE! I will stop rambling… you have had enough, I’m sure. None of the former made any sense, did it? Well then let me give you a name you will recognize, jeez. Vincent. I really do not know why I bother. I ALWAYS end up making more trouble for myself… but at the time, it was literal instinct. I have not felt raw instinct for a while- logic and power trumped that. But when I did just feel that sudden urge in the presence of danger… nobody can blame me for that. He was there, and we were together. When the place retreated into the abyss of nonreality and my memories came flooding back to me from the crack of space, my power returned as well. And his soul? His spirit? What happened then? Well, the same as mine. I did not think at the time, or question it. We were in danger, so we ran. Everybody did. But I escaped… and with me, so did he. Yes! I’ll admit it, if you’ll stop hounding me about it Di…
….

The name continues to elude me. But yes- I saved myself. My soul. My being. And I saved his, and we ended up here. He can continue to exist in this world now, as it almost appears to be a parallel of the old world, only with new physics and systems and mechanics. Now, he is an anomaly among the others. But he chooses not to care and to remain ignorant. If he wants to, that is fine by me. I am not responsible even after it all. He was just lucky, Di…

Now, you had better be quiet before… before... Growing soft? I am NOT growing soft. Don’t you dare compare me to Koraaviik, that proto-daemon or whatever he is! He is of no concern right now! I’ve no need to worry my thought process and taint it with him. He did go soft- he dared to conform to a world. But do you think I am really that gullible?
But… no… yes… I cannot lie about that. My name is different now. It IS a conformity… damn. But if it is not, then…
Alice. That is what I am called by those who know me. It is no different identity by any means, but still proof that I am not staying firm in what I should. He became Darkwood. I became Alice. And yet you dare say my real name right now… thanks for that. A…

And just like that, your presence is fading. Your essence is truly mine, and mine is yours. No, wait… we are one essence. For is that not the name of the tiny bite-sized pieces of power known as ‘magic’ here. Ha, what a joke… these ‘spells’. I chuckle as I think about it all, every single time. Yet denying the system would be a stupid thing, and boring. I have yet to reach the power to do anything, truly, despite how I have become. Things have grown quite dull, haven’t they? Nothing is nearly as fun as it once was. Hey, do you remember the Elite? Of course you do, for they worshipped you, didn’t they? And I was on top, even despite my young age. I was a child, but placed on the pedestal of leadership. I ascended to the throne alongside my father, and we ruled together. “The Elite”. A grand and violent anti-clan of that one realm. But boy, has the growing chaos and entropy of that place spun it downhill. ‘They’ finally left, but what governs it now? We ought to check it out sometime, right? A…

Actually, that was when I was whole, but one. You were not me, or even a part of me, until that time. Capone? Alphonse? I was SO jealous of them both. They had led the Elite through its golden age, but for me, all we can look back and say was that I led the dark ages. Pretty sad, right? But what could you have expected from a child on the throne? Then you came along… and changed it all. Took over my body and soul, and disposed of my spirit. But why did you not consume it all? My will came back, tried to reclaim what was mine, and that accident happened… the merge. And it is only at times like this, so rare, so scarce, recherche… we talk like we once did. But I’m not afraid of you anymore. After all, how can one be afraid of itself? A Daemon you are, but not a ‘demon’. It’s disgusting how many people confuse you with that… and because of you, what does that make me? Heh, that’s what we call a rhetorical question. And with my original body unable to handle its newly merged spirit, soul, and mind… us… it went mad. We engaged in war with all of the other groups, being the sole breakers of the land-wide truce just for a bit of fun. We instigated it, the Elite followed, and then rebelled against me, er, us. And Theo? He betrayed us… but I forgive him. I will never forgive. I can’t forgive. I simply am unable to… but I can forgive him. My love.

We taught the Elite well. So much hatred. So much need for blood and vengeance. Even my father turned a blind eye to his daughter and co-leader in need… and though we had many ‘lives’, as one would in a game, it took only one to destroy the tiny lives inside… Lector…
I cannot think of that now. They are alive, they are. Just not in the ways one would expect, but I can live with that. That’s fine. At the very least, we found them all. Abeo, Jackie, Kara, and Lucie… my dear children. But after all of this chaos, the other leaders were still out for our blood. So with one life left, we gave it up, in hopes of using Ren as our key and ticket to our throne again… Haemon dealt the final blow, and we… we… Ren failed us… we...
We died. But not for long… wait… wait! In… vi… di… a….
Where did you go?

Ah, I’m right here. Again. Guess that story is to be finished at another time, huh? Jeez, we did not even get to the best part…. We stopped at life. But what about ‘death’? It’s so much more… interesting. Not to worry… I can wait. I can wait. I’ve been waiting. Yes, I will wait.



//I wrote this in like... March? A long while ago. Thought I'd post it up here.