?Sometimes I wonder who I am, yah know? Like, I know my name is Jewell Ravenlock. But, I wasn?t always a Ravenlock. Before that, I was Jewell Aquarian of the Royal House of Aquarius and all that jazz.? She rolled her eyes, not bothering to mention all of the other titles that went with that one. ?I was a princess, dignified and ladylike in most ways. I was a savior for my planet, a last resort use in defense of my home world. And then I was a stranger, a wanderer in a world of lost souls and runaways- RhyDin. I fought demons and vampires alongside a hunter, was loved by a fallen angel, and participated in more bar brawls then I can ever recount. It was only then that I became a Ravenlock, became more then a lost soul. I?m still a Ravenlock now, but I?m certainly not the same one as the blue haired girl that was accepted back then. I guess I?m not the Faerie princess anymore either.? She wrinkled her nose and furrowed her brow in frustration, ?Then who am I?? Frustration brought her fist down upon the vanity top, upsetting a bottle of perfume.
She didn?t seemed to notice, slumping forward and looking up into parallel eyes, ?I guess I am of a conflicting nature. I am all of those girls- the princess and the savior, the runaway kid and the adoring sister figure, and of course whoever I am now. Such a familiar story in RhyDin. Sometimes it?s so easy to give way to the bliss and happiness of the Fae people, to just laugh for no reason and dance in the sunshine,? she closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning the golden rays warming her skin and dark hair. ?It?s so easy to get lost in those feelings, to pretend there isn?t anything more to me then that. But there is,? deep grey eyes opened. ?I can feel the keenest sorrow, knowing that my hands have been stained with the lifeblood of others and my own. My carefree soul has been scarred by visions of hell. I?ve been disciplined as a warrior, trained my body as one,? she clenched her fist, tensing the muscles of her upper arm. ?I want to dance around in fields and play pranks on people and then I want to cut them down where they stand when they pose any threat to me or my loved ones.?
She lowered her head to her folded arms, shaking it back and forth. ?Every day I wake I have to choose. Who do I want to be today? Do I want to wear flowers on my head and be the sweetheart of RhyDin with my peers? Or perhaps I shall put on some leather and an old duster, armed to the teeth and just waiting for the wrong word to be uttered before I snap. I can?t even start on my role as a mother,? her quick laugh was mirthless. ?Me?a mother! I am nothing but a child to my people. There is still so much for me to learn and do in this immortal life of mine- thirty years is but a grain of sand. Yet, I have to teach them and raise them when all I want to do is be taught myself, nurtured as the little girl that I am. Really, of all the frustrations in life- these had to be mine?? She grasped her black curls in her hands in utter frustration, glaring at herself in the mirror. The dramatic moment was ruined as she stuck her tongue out at herself and broke down into helpless giggles.
She didn?t seemed to notice, slumping forward and looking up into parallel eyes, ?I guess I am of a conflicting nature. I am all of those girls- the princess and the savior, the runaway kid and the adoring sister figure, and of course whoever I am now. Such a familiar story in RhyDin. Sometimes it?s so easy to give way to the bliss and happiness of the Fae people, to just laugh for no reason and dance in the sunshine,? she closed her eyes for a moment, envisioning the golden rays warming her skin and dark hair. ?It?s so easy to get lost in those feelings, to pretend there isn?t anything more to me then that. But there is,? deep grey eyes opened. ?I can feel the keenest sorrow, knowing that my hands have been stained with the lifeblood of others and my own. My carefree soul has been scarred by visions of hell. I?ve been disciplined as a warrior, trained my body as one,? she clenched her fist, tensing the muscles of her upper arm. ?I want to dance around in fields and play pranks on people and then I want to cut them down where they stand when they pose any threat to me or my loved ones.?
She lowered her head to her folded arms, shaking it back and forth. ?Every day I wake I have to choose. Who do I want to be today? Do I want to wear flowers on my head and be the sweetheart of RhyDin with my peers? Or perhaps I shall put on some leather and an old duster, armed to the teeth and just waiting for the wrong word to be uttered before I snap. I can?t even start on my role as a mother,? her quick laugh was mirthless. ?Me?a mother! I am nothing but a child to my people. There is still so much for me to learn and do in this immortal life of mine- thirty years is but a grain of sand. Yet, I have to teach them and raise them when all I want to do is be taught myself, nurtured as the little girl that I am. Really, of all the frustrations in life- these had to be mine?? She grasped her black curls in her hands in utter frustration, glaring at herself in the mirror. The dramatic moment was ruined as she stuck her tongue out at herself and broke down into helpless giggles.