Once Upon a Life: Amaurea Uruviel - Chapter 1 Snippet

I heard the trundle of footsteps nearing and I tilted my head up towards the rough looking teenagers that were drawing near to me; a flicker of hope darted across my grubby face. "Maybe they want to play!" My naive, yet vast imagination, began leading me to another world; somewhere I could play and laugh: a place where I was loved.


"Kotor Rakasa!" He hissed it yet again; a thousand glinting beads of saliva came flying towards me, slapping against my face, before he sent me propelling through the air, as if I were merely a piece of junk. Landing with a resounding thump at the feet of the boy's acquaintances, like a sack of potatoes, the laughing and jeering pounded through my head, as feet began to be implanted into my body from all directions. Something smashed into my left temple; then there was darkness.


That was the last time I would let anyone touch me. I was focused on one thing:revenge. And I was prepared to go to whatever extent needed to get it. Through my treacherous childhood I had become accustomed to things around me. I had microscopic emotions; of which nobody knew. They remained hidden, deep down, as if imprisoned for murder. Pain, which I had once learnt to ignore, was now welcomed, as if a long lost friend; one that could comfort and calm me. Hatred -the only thing with the power to rise to the surface of my soul - was boiling up the anger inside me, keeping my need for revenge evident; keeping me from ending my life all together.


I began torturing people; my 'parents' - easy victims - had the privilege of being my laboratory rats. Any new way of causing distress upon others, was first tried on them. I may have been young, but I had 'mummy' and 'daddy' wrapped around my little finger. They suffered day and night, constantly begging me to set them free. They were as helpless as flies stuck in a spider web; they had no way out.



~ Amaurea Uruviel © 12/07/2012

Siblings at Heart

I took a glance around,
You were just another kid,
But a bunch of girls were talking,
You were the new boy in town.

I didn’t see the fuss,
Thought you were weird.
You sure were freakishly tall –
For a 13 year old, that is.

The bell goes,
Our assignment was given:
“Get in groups of 4 and…”
The rest muffled by noise.

I saw what was coming,
We were best friends, 3 in the group;
You were just 1 – rather lost looking – boy.
So we invited you to join.

Assignment failed majorly;
We went go-karting instead.
I later got accused of flirting,
But you looked up and pulled a face,
“She’s my little sister” you claimed!

From that day forth,
That’s how things have been.
Through all the fights and the bickering,
The injuries, adventures and laughs,
We’ve adopted each other,
Siblings at heart.

It’s been over 5 years now,
Since we first said our hellos.
The years keep flying by,
And it’s nearing the time,
For us to go our own ways;
To say our farewells.

But in reality,
It isn’t goodbye,
It’s “I’ll see you later”.
No matter how long that wait is.

The friendship we have can never be broken,
We may change physically, our features or clothes,
But with a small chat we’ll find; still hidden underneath –
That person we learnt to cherish, through our lives.

So cheers to that friendship made,
The binding of siblings obtained.
Whether you’re minutes or miles away,
You’re my brother forever.
So if you ever doubt yourself, remember this one thing:

Such a good person.
A loving son,
A great big brother,
You’re (usually) loads of fun.

From comfort, guidance,
Protection and strength.
To rebukes and ridicule,
You’ve offered it all.

My big brother,
You’re a part of me.
One of my best friends –
My twin forever.



~ Amaurea Uruviel © 12/07/2012

Just Another Snippet

They were all over here; entirely consumed by her presence. They didn't notice me, or the tears that flooded my face; they didn't notice me turn and run away.

All they could see was her 'oh so innocent' self - was I the only one to see through this act? To the lies and betrayal that were hidden beneath.

They pitied her, and in return, she pulled them in to destroy their lives.

I tilted my head to the sky and screamed; a scream riddled with the anguish, pain and hatred that pulsated through my veins.

One cut, two cuts, three. I began frantically slashing away at the wall in front of me. I could see nothing but the tears and blood that mingled down my face as images of her flashed through my raging mind. 

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 03/07/2012

Tearful Goodbyes and the Wish to Rewind

The picture of those summer nights
Remind me why it is alright,
For memories to come and fill my mind;
Everyday, make me wish to rewind.

Back to us laying in the grass,
Talking about how our lives would pass,
If we didn't have each other, by our sides -
If we didn't have those dreams in our eyes.

Down by the beach every night, walking hand in hand,
Talking about our future - which together we had planned.
But we never realised, how fast time really flies,
And soon we were saying our tearful goodbyes.

Now I'm alone, laying here,
And down my cheek, runs a single tear.
My minds drifting off; to a fantasy,
I picture us - just you and me

I hope once again, our paths will collide;
But this time to end, with a kiss and a smile.
Not even a trace of the tearful goodbyes,
No more heartbreaking memories - no wish to rewind.

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 24/09/2011

Emptiness

My dearly beloved, I'm here today, to ask one thing, if you would be so kind as to lend me an ear. Do you, my dear, know the meaning of emptiness? No? Well . . . perhaps I could explain.

Emptiness - to begin with - is a feeling. Yet only a feeling, it is not! It goes much deeper than mere feelings. It goes deep into the heart, the soul, and the mind of one. It starts with a silence; a creature lingering in the shadows, waiting for loneliness to come and feed it's needs. The silence and loneliness then unite: creating a void. A void that is also know, as emptiness. This void will haunt, torment and torture, yet will find no satisfaction, until you are stricken and destroyed.

Now, I can see the look of confusion upon your face, as you wonder why I m saying these things. Well, my dear, I hope to rid you of this confusion, as I explain exactly what it is, that you are able to assist me with.

As you may know, from others all around you, this void of emptiness can indeed be cured, by one thing and one thing only. This cure is also a feeling, yet also goes deep into the hear, the soul and the mind of one. It is the one thing far, far more powerful than anything on this earth. It is well known to have saved many people, yet is feared by thousands, because if not truly felt from deep within, it can also destroy. This cure, my dear, is indeed our raft in the rapids of life. This cure is the shore o a shipwrecked soul like me. This cure; is love. And love, is what I am asking of you today, and what I have to offer to you each and every day; the cure to this emptiness that we feel.

For so long I have had this feeling for you concealed. I - like many others - was afraid to love, afraid to be in love, as countless times I saw with my very own eyes, the destructiveness of this feeling. Yet I am no longer afraid; as I have moved away for the conditional love that we saw when we were young. The love that we had to work, please and be good, so as to receive. I have now been enlightened with a love much stronger, much safer and much more enchanting. It is the love that cares about the other person, whilst not caring what shall be received in return. It is the love that cares not about the faults and foolish mistakes that may have been made in the past. It is called unconditional, or even, true love, and it is the love I have for you.

So I ask you today, if you would be so kind,as to open up your heart to me; allow me to freely love you, and be loved back. I wish to grant you happiness and to keep you safe from the destructive void of emptiness.We could be bound together by this unconditional love, and for as long as we persevere one another; never shall we be broken apart.

I must thank you, my dear, for lending an ear, and I hope you will consider these proposals I make. I need you to know, that all I say is true, and I indeed will never give up expressing this love, even if it means taking pushes and shoves - I would travel beyond the moon and back, just to prove this to you.

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 03/06/2011

Way to Win

Sometimes it's easy to forget
Exactly who we are.
The world evolves our idenity;
Gives us multiple masks.

We face pressures every day,
But these are not the problem:
It's the thorns that come and attack our hearts,
Creating extreme frustration.

Yet if you continue searching
And trying to learn new things;
If you keep pressing on, determined,
You'll find a way to win.

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 29/05/2011

The Portal

I discovered the mirror one dark, misty morning, in the alley behind the butchers. It looked so . . . ordinary, at first - until I touched the gilt frame. The glass sprang to life, emitting a blinding glow. I hid, terrified behind a large skip. Slowly, a hand slithered through the mirror, followed by a tall figure, it's face hidden beneath the hood of a long black cloak. I pressed myself back against the skip, holding my breath as he walked past. I glanced at his hand - it was dripping with blood!
'He's injured!' I thought.
Then, a small squeaky gasp escaping my mouth; I saw the blade. Slowly, he began to raise the knife.
'Oh no! He's seen me!'
Turning, he took a step towards me, his dark glare locking me, stiff against the wall.
Suddenly, booming voices emitted out from the mirror; the figures eyes overwhelmed by a look of sheer panic, as he turned tail and ran. Slowly the voices dimmed, and within a matter of minutes, had completely vanished.
'Phew! That was close!'
I crept up to the mirror, stretched out my arm and watched in amazement as my trembling hand disappeared into the glass. Preparing myself for the unknown, I stepped into the mirror . . . .

As I viewed my new surroundings a skinny lady dashed from her house, grabbed my arm and dragged me inside.
"What are you doing?!" she whispered, "You should not be out at this hour! 'They' always know when someone is out."
She insisted I stayed until dusk.
At sunset I left, intent on exploring this strange place I had discovered. After fighting my way to the centre of a small forest - consisting of all sorts of unusual trees and bugs, I found what seemed to be the town hall. Several cloaked figures - just like the one I had seen - were entering into the small building. As the last person entered and the heavy wooden door slammed shut, I stole up to a window and strained to hear everything, as a husky voice began to bark out orders.
"We will return through the portal at nightfall. We must finish them off - all of them! Mortimus, Sieffa and the little brats that they call their children; not one is to remain!"
'That's my family!'
Falling away from the window in shock, I fought back the cries that threatened to burst out and betray me.
'I must get back first; I must save them!'

~ Amaurea Uruviel © 27/05/2011