It has come Demon, the day of your demise.

You have no power over me child, you can not defeat me.

It is not my power that will return you to your prison, but the Light of a thousand souls.

You have no power and no means to gather such power.

I will not need to, only channel it.  You have spent many millennia in you prison, concentrating so much on your escape, so much on the bad that have happened in this world, but not on the good.  Not on the good that has come from the bad.  You yourself have forgotten the words from the book of Deredru, foretelling your return and you demise.

You talk of the Light.  The Light has left this world.

There you are wrong.  A gathering of the Light of a thousand souls, in sorrow for the loss of ones that gave their lives.  You paid heed only to the great wars that scarred this planet, that ended family lines, but not to the days that followed.  Days where the losses were remembered, days called Remembrance Day, Veterans Day, Armistice Day, National Day and The Day of Peace in the Flanders Fields.  This day is that day, the day of Light where not a thousand, but millions gather in sorrow to remember the ones who have been lost.

This can not be.  Your gods have turned their backs on you, you can not do this.


They have not turned their backs on us, only given us more freedom to choose our paths.  Some will turn down the wrong one, but more of us everyday day make the right choice and it is those that will keep us safe from you.

I can not believe.

 That is why you have failed.



     I awoke scared, surrounded by Nurses and a Doctor trying to comfort me.  I was confused, not knowing what was going on.  My heart ached with the feeling that Spooky was gone.  What had I done, Spooky was one of my closest friends and I had killed her.

     Just then, Spooky and Yumi came walking into the room, I could feel a tear roll down my cheek when I saw them.  They both smiled and Yumi asked me how I was doing, I replied that I was feeling good, but didn’t know what was going on.  Spooky told me they had not heard from me for some time and with my parents being away, they couldn’t ask them where I was.  They had both come over to my place and found me lying on the floor of my bedroom where they then called an ambulance.

     It turns out; the demon had tried to trick me to believe I had killed Spooky, her twisted thoughts painting a picture of Spooky lying dead in her own blood.  The demons hold on me had not taken over me fully like she wanted me to believe; she was only set free on Halloween, but had not regained her powers.  She needed me to give up and thought by showing me Spooky dead that the loss of a friend would weaken me, but it only made me stronger.  My will to fight back grew with the thought that she could take more of my friend away from me.  The demon has been returned and nobody knows about it, or they no longer know about it.  I have trouble remembering the details of what has happened, past days drawing a blank in my memory.  I don’t know if I am loosing what has happened or if it was even real, but for some reason I seem to remember something about a book.  Maybe I should take a trip to the library and check something out to read.

November 11, 2009. Tags: , , , , , . by Kasumi. 1 comment.


     Felt like being alone today.  Not sure why, but just felt like I had to be.  I knew the others were all hanging out in one of the classrooms during break, but it was as if something was pulling or pushing me away.  I enjoy my time with my friends especially since I don’t get out as often as I would like too.  So it was strange that I was not there with them.

     I wandered the halls, thinking of what I should do, really aimless walking around.  Should I go to the Cafeteria?  Should I go to the market?  Should I go to the tree on the back field and hang out there?  These were just a few of the questions I was asking myself.  I wasn’t feeling depressed or anything like that, wasn’t upset that I missed my favorite TV show, just a feeling a being alone was all I felt.

     I ended up at the school library, which is strange because I hardly ever go there.  I am not much of a reader unless it is manga or a movie with subtitles.  I walked around passing all the book shelves with my arm stretched out and my fingers caressing each books as I walked.  I could feel the wrinkles in the spines of the paperbound books from being opened many times; I could feel the smooth plastic of the books covered in the protective dust covers.  I know that if someone saw me doing this, they might think I was strange, but that thought in the back of my head didn’t even stop me.  I am sure the librarian saw me, but at the same time it was if she didn’t.  The times I have been in there before, I know she had an eagle eye on everyone, keeping watch so we didn’t write graffiti or things in the books.

     I walked passed the book shelf to the far left of the room and that is where I stopped.  The feeling of the book that my finger had finally rest on gave me goose bumps.  It was an old wrinkled brown leather bound book in which the spine gave no clue to what it was.  I pulled it from the shelf and sat down with it at the near by table.

     The cover much like the spine had not title, no “written by”, no nothing other than an impression of a star with in a circle around it.  Wanting to see if there was a title page, I opened it.  The stiffness of the book and pages made it seem like it had never been open before, but I had I feeling that I knew it had been.  As I look in the book, I noticed it was in a language I did not know, but oddly I was able to read it.  I read the first few pages, telling of the “Revelation at the end of the age” and the “Fallen prince that will come”.  I laughed at the thought that this would make a great Hollywood movie, at least I did until I came across my name written within the pages.

     I dropped the book and ran out, my heart racing.  From there, I didn’t want to be alone.

July 20, 2009. Tags: , , , , , , , , , , . by Kasumi, Location: Classroom. 1 comment.