-------------------------ACT 5 -------------------------------------
ONUS
It was a garden of golden trees. Alrescha was sitting on a bark curled as a chair. I wrapped my hand around the cup, and took a sip of the nectar made from her garden's flowers.
"You like this place right?" She shuffled the cards in her hands.
"It's beautiful to hangout!" I answered, pointing my finger at the cards fan she faced towards me.
"Why are they facing me?" I tilted my head.
"It's my way! Quickly choose one!" She advanced her hands towards me.
"A.. That 'Star-crossed'.." I plucked it out, she moved all the cards in a complex manner and made a castle out of it.
"Why didn't you spell the whole name?" She looked through the castle with her golden leaf-like eyes.
"Let them complete it." I interlocked my fingers behind my hand as the card flew in air.
"Them?" She asked.
"Yes." I replied.
.....
Rasalas broke the thin ice and took the first step. The mother wolf growled at her cub who then ran in the forest.
"Why don't you leave too?" Rasalas raised the tip of his sword, "The cub will be alone."
The growl sent these options into graves.
The sun was supposed to rise more but it stood. The moment froze in the prism of time.
The gem with facets shining green on its forehead. Rasalas broke his sword in two.
Threw the handle towards the wolf with a curl in throw.
The wolf bit on the handle, with an opening. Rasalas dug his sword's other half in her gemstone. The wolf was struggling so does Rasalas.
She bit his hand while his other was digging the sword deeper. His gauntlet was nearly broken.
The sharp jaw was penetrating his armour. Those who couldn't bear the sight ran away.
The wolf's deafening cries were clashing together. Rasalas was putting his all into the sword even his palm started to bleed.
Beads of blood flowed down the sword in her gemstone and to her mouth. Soon there was silence. Rasalas's hand was stuck inside the nearly penetrated gauntlet and the wolf was dead.
His eyes slowly filled with green light. The sunlight broke behind him and the pieces of gemstone dismantled the light across the place.
"Hahh.." he sighed. His friend Flutheal or any other knight didn't come to rescue him. His hand was still stuck in the armour piece.
If he tried to rotate it, the stuck teeth would tear his flesh. He didn't have strength to part the wolf's jaw.
He laid there, hoping someone would come.
....
Two guards came, rested a heavy crown made from pure metal on her head. Athyna's expression twisted.
The warmth burned out and the softness melted away—Her eyelids settled down seizing her view.
From the gravity of her crown and status she sat on her knees. And ordered.
"Incarcerate this presence before me." Her crown made some visible golden cracks on her temples.
Her neck was shackled with invisible thorns.
The cold chains against warm wrist. The clown was fooled. Caesar was chained and thrown into the prison, behind a magical wall. His heart sank down in the deepest cracks. His body was tore into puzzle pieces. Fragments.
Her crown was weighed up. But her tears reached hell. Faced with the present of her deed.
She sank herself tightly with her book. She wanted to flee, away from everything else.
She opened her notebook. With her ink and tears she wrote her day and painting something with emotions that weighed.
The doll she had in was broken. Every piece of it, withered away.
The sun was dipping down, when the last ray faded. For the first time. The sun of clown had set. And the night came.
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Goodnight, dear doll. I will make everything better. The last line in her notebook as she slept on the page.