The Tragedy of Alica
Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2005 7:59 pm
Stephen took the cold body, limp and small body of the young girl Alica from the Grey Refuge. He didn't seem to really have any heart anymore. It had not felt this bad when he couldn't defeat Nightmare to save Emily, because he could still imagine saving Emily, who now was saved.
But Alica was gone, killed by someone Stephen didn't know, or very possibly could never find. He could blame no one but himself. Alica had thought of him as a father, and what had he done for her? Kamik had assaulted her and he did nothing, she had fended for herself and was killed and he came to late.
He had been wanting to speak with Alica about the allegations Kamik had thrown about her, but something had held him back. As he walked Alica, he wasn't even sure where he was taking her, he had walked into the forest and his feet seemed to know where his brain wanted them to go. He reflected on how small she was, she had been such a nice girl, so pretty and friendly. She was so small, she had so much she had wanted to do. She had never fallen in love, she had never been able to tell Stephen all about herself or he about her, there was so much he should have asked her but he never did.
He never could now. What had held him from coming to her earlier? Was it fear of finding out she really was an assasin? No that was not it, what he feared was being to close to her. He was afraid to be close to anyone. He never could be with anyone truely, he could never reveal all of his past. It was scared with such lies and cheats that people would never want to speak to him if they knew how he had used and failed his family name.
So, in essence, he thought to himself, it was his fault Alica was slain. He should have come to her sooner, he should have confided in her and maybe she would have done the same with him. But all this thought of it was for no reason, she was gone now.
As he walked through the forest he would speak to Alica, like a father would speak to his daughter who was to tired to walk, her limp form lay cradle in his arms. He would point out herbs or squirrels, small things he had never done with her while she was alive.
Finally he broke free of the forest and found himself infront of the lighthouse ruins, and he understood. Alica had wanted to live in the new town, with Stephen and they would have been happy. Here she would be laid down to rest for eternity, near the lighthouse, where she could be where she had wanted to be.
Stephen dug the grave alone with an old rusty shovel he found conveniently leaning against the crumbling bricks of the lighthouse, the earth was easy to dig through, Stephen did a lot of thinking as he dug. At last he finished the grave, laying Alica down wrapped in Stephens forest green cape, her entire body covered.
"Good bye Alica, I love you." Stephen murmured as he finished burying the body.
Stephen came back to the grave later on he planted an apple tree sprout where Alica lay, here he thought was a marker for her, something more, so everyone will know that Alica Scarface lays here.
Alone with only Alica's sprout, Stephen let himself cry and watched the sprout grow and its roots go deep.
But Alica was gone, killed by someone Stephen didn't know, or very possibly could never find. He could blame no one but himself. Alica had thought of him as a father, and what had he done for her? Kamik had assaulted her and he did nothing, she had fended for herself and was killed and he came to late.
He had been wanting to speak with Alica about the allegations Kamik had thrown about her, but something had held him back. As he walked Alica, he wasn't even sure where he was taking her, he had walked into the forest and his feet seemed to know where his brain wanted them to go. He reflected on how small she was, she had been such a nice girl, so pretty and friendly. She was so small, she had so much she had wanted to do. She had never fallen in love, she had never been able to tell Stephen all about herself or he about her, there was so much he should have asked her but he never did.
He never could now. What had held him from coming to her earlier? Was it fear of finding out she really was an assasin? No that was not it, what he feared was being to close to her. He was afraid to be close to anyone. He never could be with anyone truely, he could never reveal all of his past. It was scared with such lies and cheats that people would never want to speak to him if they knew how he had used and failed his family name.
So, in essence, he thought to himself, it was his fault Alica was slain. He should have come to her sooner, he should have confided in her and maybe she would have done the same with him. But all this thought of it was for no reason, she was gone now.
As he walked through the forest he would speak to Alica, like a father would speak to his daughter who was to tired to walk, her limp form lay cradle in his arms. He would point out herbs or squirrels, small things he had never done with her while she was alive.
Finally he broke free of the forest and found himself infront of the lighthouse ruins, and he understood. Alica had wanted to live in the new town, with Stephen and they would have been happy. Here she would be laid down to rest for eternity, near the lighthouse, where she could be where she had wanted to be.
Stephen dug the grave alone with an old rusty shovel he found conveniently leaning against the crumbling bricks of the lighthouse, the earth was easy to dig through, Stephen did a lot of thinking as he dug. At last he finished the grave, laying Alica down wrapped in Stephens forest green cape, her entire body covered.
"Good bye Alica, I love you." Stephen murmured as he finished burying the body.
Stephen came back to the grave later on he planted an apple tree sprout where Alica lay, here he thought was a marker for her, something more, so everyone will know that Alica Scarface lays here.
Alone with only Alica's sprout, Stephen let himself cry and watched the sprout grow and its roots go deep.