The immortality of the status quo

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Once Upon a Time.”

Once upon a time there was a fairy warrior called Annabelle. She was a tiny,fiercely independent fairy with pale pink wings and a waterfall of brown luscious locks. There was also the arch angel Asriel, whom advised the treasury on trade and industry.

Annabelle and Asriel had met on a random day in  a quiet meadow when both had gone there to enjoy a summer afternoon and ponder on life’s silent, yet pressing questions. It seemed that fate had conspired against them, because as they bumped into each other between the sunflowers, they started talking like they were old friends.

It soon became apparent that this chance encounter had the potential to blossom into something truly spectacular. They were like Anam Cara’s – Stars created by the sparks of God’s heart as he watched  the love between beings. They were intertwined into each other’s hearts and souls, thoughts and the very essence of being.

There was one problem with Annabelle and Asriel’s happy ending – Kalen. The age old tradition of families who married off their children to each other. Kalen and Annabelle had been friends from an early age and it was only natural that their friendship turned into an innocent romance. Kalen and Annabelle’s parents thought this romance to be the next wedding to add to the family empire and the plans were quickly put in place. Annabelle and Kalen were to be married as soon as their training for their guilds were completed.

Annabelle had been content with this arrangement as she and Kalen got along well and could laugh togeteher, though she often wondered whether the love she had read of in old fairy literature was just a myth. Every now and again when her fears and questions seemed to become too real she would admonish herself and look over at Kallen, thinking about his caring nature and how she was just being silly.

Until she bumped into Asriel in the meadow and everything changed. A few weeks down the line and Annabelle was headlocked into a personal hell. She had never know that one’s very own heartbeat could beat so in tune in exact time with another. Yet, she had been promised to Kalen, a good man. A man who cared for her and with whom she could laugh.

Asriel had become distant lately. He had shown and promised Annabelle everything he could should she jump… Annabelle had wanted to jump, but she was on the edge of the cliff, still looking over her shoulder every now and again. Asriel felt like he was starting to resent Annabelle for making him love her by looking at him like he was her sun, by loving her and she had shown and said it back and yet she had still been with Kalen as if all were right with them.

Annabelle realised Asriel was starting to push her away, and it pained her to the extent where she felt paralyzed. She wanted so much to bask in the rays of his affection but she was also scared of her family’s wrath…and what if she threw it all away for something not meant to last.

Annabelle had a training assignment in the Kingdom of Brazil, in a place called Rio De Janeiro. As her training wore on, she would stand and watch the sunset drop away in the ocean at twilight and she soon realized it was only of Asriel that she thought when she wanted to share news from Rio, and alas the wonderful truth set itself free in a letter composed by Annabelle.

The ink on the parchment was a copy of Annabelle’s heart sent to Asriel to tell him that she loved him, and to wait for her at the portal of entry as she returned from her training assignment so that they could start afresh – A real chance to let their passion come alive.

On the day of her return, Annabelle jumped through the portal excitedly only to find a short letter on the other side. Asriel hadn’t waited as Annabelle had asked but had instead written that the time it had taken Annabelle to make a decision, had been the grave where all his affection and love had been buried in,  and now all that remained was to mourn at its tombstone every now and again for an opportunity never lived.

Annabelle’s soul then turned off it’s lights and on it’s walls, blazing with might were these written words:

“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder
Which, as they kiss, consume”