There is a continued silence in the room as the
people seated in the court watch on in dismay,
unsure what to make of the things they see.
“This way Love.” I look up from the flower and
see as the Defendant pointing towards the
streaming light. He leads me towards a pool of
crystal clear water. The sunlight spills through
and pours over me like gold.
It is looks so warm and wonderful as I walk
slowly near; my reflection shines clearly in the
waters surface, revealing a beautiful sight.
Shocked, I pull back as I see my beauty, covered
within a dark cloak about me.
The Defendant asks me to lift the cloak away
from me. This action makes me very nervous. I
don't want the people to see my scars…I don’t
want them to see where I have been, or what I
I look sharply down as the Prosecutor as
I cautiously lift the dark hood from my face.
The sunlight knows no bias or rejection and
cares not of guilt or scars. It bathes
effortlessly bathes my cold body in light,
softly illuminating all that it sees.
I slowly opens my eyes. It’s been a long time
since I've seen myself without the cloak. There
was no ugly scars there like I thought...only
Defendant stood still, the sunlight pouring over
and around him;
his smile calm, as if knowing the truth of all
that I truly was.
A small white dove flies softly to his hand.
The prosecutor takes my hands and places them
around the dove. “This is yours.” He
says. The doves’ eyes are black and
innocent, its feathers white and unblemished,
soft to the touch but powerful to soar, its eyes
seem to look deeply into my very soul.
I turn quickly to the prosecutor just as he
leaves. “What is your name?” I ask as
tears flutter in my eyes. He smiles softly
and brushes my cheek so tenderly I feel like the
very rose held in my hand. He answers
softly “First Love.”
Suddenly the judge speaks up and the courtroom
walls return. “We still have no evidence
against Enmity's effect on lives.”
The Defendant walks slowly forward with great
emotion in his eyes and speaks out in an
unwavering voice. ”There is someone I must
call to the stand your honor.” The crowd
murmurs to themselves and the judge nods
The court doors open wide and in walks a shadowy
Where Shadows Fall
The gray man enters the room in an arrogant
strut as he eyes me with a familiar stare, a
smirk on his lips.
His face is handsome and hard not to watch, his
walk sure and planned, his appearance clean and
well kept. His presence fills the room with
confusion, the sound of his footsteps reminds of
secrets hidden deep inside, sending shivers down
He passes by me on the way to the stand and
stops. “Were you really thinking of leaving me?”
His voice is smooth and convincing as he runs
his hand down my arm in passing. I look down at
the floor and can't seem to reply.
My feelings are betraying me as each second
passes. The lofty man enters the witness stand,
and peers out, his eyes still trained directly
and solely on me.
The judge speaks up. “Your name please?” The
question is only met with demeaning laughter as
the gray man openly scoffs at the judges’
inquisition. Finally he straightens his suite
and cleverly smooths his hair behind his ears,
his blue eyes still piercing into my very being.
answer to your question, I thought it was
already apparent. You
see I’m well known around these parts.” He
smiles in my direction and I shift uncomfortably
in my chair, knowing too well what heknows.
Somehow despite this unease I can’t seem to stop
looking into his clear blue eyes, even though my
stomach grows more and more nauseous by the
“Hmmm…” The gray man suddenly continues.
“However, since it is important for record sake,
I go by the name of Enmity, though I do go by a
lot of other names as well,I
The judge looks up from his notes with
impatience. “Such as?” The gray man continues.
“Let’s see, Loathing, Hatred, Rejection,
Abandonment…those are a few others you might
want to put down in those notes of yours your Honor;but
those labels just don’t hold the edge that just
plain Unlovable does,
would you not agree?”
He gives the judge a crooked placed smile while
keeping his physical pose straight and unmoved.
The judge ignores his comments and proceeds to
the legal matters of court protocol.
Meanwhile Enmity keeps his eyes locked on me
like a vice. My body remembers his touch on my
arm. I begin to feel vulnerable as old memories
of taunting feelings flood my mind.“What
am I really?” I ask myself.
The man in gray’s eyes draw me into secret
places that feel good and familiar, old rushes
of emotion and passion, feelings of being wanted
and loved. I feel myself losing control; the
peace that filled me earlier has now vanished.
Yet it feels so good, I don’t want to leave his
The gray man smiles in his control and watches
as I sink deeper and deeper into his
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