Not the End
Not the End
It was a very cold night, perhaps the coldest of all nights. Odai was sitting by the window of the highest tower in the castle, gazing at the stars, wearing only a translucent, blue, gauzy dress. Just like every other night, she hoped for the miraculous sign she longingly awaited. She dreamt of what her life could be if only the sign would come.
The sound of the slamming tower door and the approaching footsteps up the great stairwell leading to her room brought her back to reality.
"Here he comes again," she thought in anguish.
The door opened and The Great Black Dragon of Fear reared its head.
"What are you doing, Princess?" asked the dragon with his icy, imposing voice tinged with suspicion and doubt, very characteristic of black dragons of fear.
"I'm waiting for the sign so I can get out of here," answered Odai, timid before the presence of the dragon.
The dragon roared with great force, "You must not leave! You cannot leave until you are certain that you ve seen the sign."
"But there has to be a way," said Odai in desperation.
The dragon stared at her for a while. His red eyes, dramatically contrasting against his black body, stood out noticeably in the center of his black face. Odai always felt intimidated in his presence.
"Someone very important," said the dragon, "went through a lot of trouble to put you under my care. I am the best of keepers."
"But you can't keep me locked in here forever!"
"You will not leave until you have understood the sign!" The Great Black Dragon of Fear roared frighteningly. Odai was petrified.
"There are many, many dangers out there!" concluded the Dragon as he turned to leave.
"There are many dangers out there and you will stay here." The Dragon of Fear left, slamming the door behind him. There was no sound of a key turning, or a lock clicking, nothing to prevent the door from being opened. The Dragon of Fear knew that Odai was too frightened to even try to escape.
And so Odai went back to the window to gaze at the stars. She sighed deeply and, again, waited anxiously for the sign. It was a very cold night, perhaps the coldest of all nights.
I said hold it! Is that all? Am I going to spend the rest of my life sitting by the window in the tower just waiting for the sign?
You always tell the same story. Exactly the same story and here I am hopefully waiting for it to change one day. That one day the damn sign will appear, that there will be a shooting star, a lunar eclipse, or at least a sunrise, but no, noooooo! Do you know that this is a very cold night, perhaps the coldest of all nights? Oh! But of course you do! You're the writer and you repeat it in the story... TWICE!
That brings the story to a full circle.
What do I care about full circles? I don t even know what a full circle is! I'm tired, annoyed, bored and freezing to death... and you want to know why? Cause this night is not only a very cold night, it's not even perhaps the coldest of all nights... it's downright freezing! And I'm sitting here, wearing a translucent, blue, gauzy dress. For the love of God! Couldn't you have at least written me a blanket?!
This way the reader understands your suffering.
I have a better way for the reader to understand my suffering. Reader... I'M IN AGONY! Not only am I waiting for the sign that hasn't come, and probably never will, not only am I locked away in a tower that's as high as... how high is the tower?
I don't know. I hadn't really thought about it.
You're the writer and you haven t really thought about how high the tower that you locked me in is?
I just imagine it as being very high.
Well just how high is very high, exactly?
I don't know... three hundred feet.
...Do you know anything about ar