"Angel of the Myst"
Hello. I am known as Mystic Angel.
Welcome to my realm. Many have wondered about Mystic Angel.
Who she is and what she represents.
She hides in the Myst waiting and watching over her friends
and loved ones.
She is there to offer encouragement or support...as well as
sincereity and advice.
She is a defender when the need arises...a protector to all she believes in.
She tries to be sweet,
but if provoked, her dark side will show...
Unfortunately she is not
without fault for when the Myst clears she finds that she too is human...
Her biggest fault
being that she has always lead with her heart,
resulting in joy yet sorrow...pleasure, yet pain...happiness, yet sadness...
love, yet hate.
Through it all, she is slowly learning that not all in the world is as pure
as she desires.
Her heart now resides within a crystal box...tightly locked away from the darkness fighting to control it.
The key nestles against her chest...upon a thin silver chain...
close to the heart it protects.
Perhaps someday she will once again allow the lock to be open...
but until that day,
she will remain in the Myst...watching and waiting...hoping and dreaming...
of better days.
Off in the distance she sees a Dark Lord approaching through the Myst...asking to cherish and protect the key.
At first she is very apprehensive...fearing yet another heart-ache
but finally she lets her heart trust and believe again...not sure of what tomorrow may bring, but trusting her
Dark Lord to lead her and protect her from the darkness.
She carefully removes the key from around her neck...
bringing it to her lips and kissing it before
placing it within his hand...
looking at him with eyes full of trust
She whispers "My heart is now yours my Lord...please cherish and protect it...for even now, it is still so very fragile.
A pain pierces through her soul as she begins to gather up
the pieces.
Carefully she places each and every shattered fragment
into a velvet-lined box.
A shiver runs through her termbling body
making her realize
just how empty she has become.
Laughter and joy seldom come her way now,
instead come the tears and sorrow.
She stared at the cold broken pieces once more.
Her mind travels back to happier times...
memories etched into her soul forever,
only to be visited in the solitude of darkness.
She closes her sad blue eyes
as a single tear falls into the crystal box,
staining the crimson velvet.
Her trembling hand reaches out and slowly closes the lid,
sealing away the hurt.
With all the strength she possess,
she brushes away the tears,
knowing deep within herself, that she can
only blame herself for the shaddered fragments
of her heart.
With great pain she picks up the tiny key laying at her feet.
With tears streaming down,
she carefully locks away her heart once more,
resolving never to open the box again.
She slowly reaches around her neck,
removing a thin silver chain.
She stares at the tiny silver key before slipping it once
more upon the chain.
The key is placed around her neck,
nestled against her chest,
protected as before.
She wipes away the last of the tears before picking up
the velvet-lined crystal box.
With a deep sigh, she turns and slips away...
fading into the myst...
Days slip by, turning into weeks, then months,
With the passing of time, comes the process of healing,
Healing bringing with it a bit of strength
One day she finds herself staring at the crystal box,
wondering what has become of the shattered fragments sealed within.
Reaching up, she unclasps the thin silver chain,
trembling hands hold the tiny key as she slips it into the lock.
Taking a deep breath, she turns the key.
She pauses for a brief moment, wondering to herself what she will find
nestled deep within the crimson velvet lining the crystal box
Will the shattered pieces of her heart still remain,
bitter, cold, and untouchable?
Does she really dare open her would once more?
Taking yet another deep breath, she eases open the lid.
Blinking back the tears as she slowly looks deep within the box.
The shattered fragments are gone,
replaced by a heart now hardened with time.
A heart so untouchable and filled with darkness.
With a soft sigh, she replaces the lid once more, determined to move on.
She makes a solemn vow to herself,
never again will she allow Another to touch her heart and soul again.
She will forever remain alone within the myst.
She turns the key, locking away all her feelings and trust,
never again will she open the crystal box.
She stares at the tiny silver key before slipping it once
more upon the silver chain.
The key is placed around her neck,
nestled against her chest, protected as before.
She wipes away the last of the tears before picking up
the velvet-lined crystal box.
With a deep sigh, she turns and slips away...
fading once more into the myst...
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