1 Middle

When I came to, I was in some grassland. The sun was half hidden in the clouds. Tides of light flooded my vision, spilling onto the rest of the grassland. The wet motes of a liquid sun trickled into a hoary deluge, washing away shadow and dark. Sounds of the wind percussed and chimed and whistled like some sort of instrument which only nature could play. I was submerged into nature.

If possible, I would like to drown in such thing. It was a far better feeling than being trapped in a cold throne room for hundreds of years after all. I was drowned in such environment of constant killing. Every so often I would have to crush the dreams of heroes. As such, one must remember to swim. Swim so that you remember who you are. Sometimes you forget to swim and have to remind yourself. It helps to count your strokes. If you go too fast, you'll drown. If you go too slow, you will drown. Right in the middle is the best. That's where we want to live life, right in the middle.

Sounds of footsteps approached, interrupting my train of thoughts.

Where was I again?

That's right. Living life in the middle. I remembered when I killed quickly. Instant death to those who entered my throne room. I became a killing machine so I slowed down. Slowed down so much that I became attached to them. They told me their stories. I remember crying in despair when I had to kill them. Did I really have to kill them?

Life makes living life in the middle impossible. A body of water is most dangerous at its middle. The middle- where people are last heard from. Always the deepest, the most mysterious, where ships can be swallowed without chewing. This is why we must escape the middle. But we can only save ourselves from terrors of the middle by the means of some other middle, some middle way, or some middle person. For it is a constant that a man is always equidistant from himself.

The sun refreshed my mind. It is what is grasping me by the bones. Paralyzing me to the grassland, anchoring me to this middle.

"What are you doing here?" A sweet voice came from above me. Sweet. So sickeningly sweet. Her brown hair floated along with the wind while her clear green eyes pierced me. Straight to the middle. So I asked.

"Are you my middle?"

"Huh?"

I continued to observe her. A beautiful white sundress was what she donned, accentuating her curves. Speaking of curves, they are something that I can appreciate. Everything has a curve to it. One cannot go on without ups and downs. Just like how no life is perfect. Looking at my life for example, living a perfectly normal life. Three meals a day with occasional water here and there. One interaction here one interaction there before being thrown and trapped in some throne room. But now I am out and enjoying this wonderful grassland. Such is my curve.

"You have wonderful curves." I told her.

"..." She continued to float above me. Swaying just like a branch in the wind.

"Join me." I invited her.

Now that I was out, I no longer had to kill senselessly. As such, I would like companions. Some to interact with. Someone to pass my days with. Someone to brighten my days with. I remembered when I first arrived at the tower. I wanted to be alone. I liked being alone. I loved the silence that surrounded me, penetrating me to my very soul. Caressing me gently, whispering sweet nothings into my ears. It was what I loved the most that drove me to the brink of insanity. In order to lessen it, I made friends with the heroes. I thought we could be friends. But ultimately, all they wanted was my life.

The middie is perfection but perfection is impossible to achieve. Just like how when one gain something, one must also lose something. Perhaps this is the natural order of balance.

She landed besides me. "Who are you?" she asked.

"Who am I? That's a good question." I looked into her wonderful green eyes. I recalled my original name. "Vyn Prisma."