The Just Rebel

She rushes forward through the double doors and into an audience that does not wish to receive her. In the eyes of a crowd, she only seemed to pride herself in her step, splitting the crowd into two, who wished to avoid her like the Plague. Though the crowd’s eyes burn hot like hell’s fire with hearts numb, dead, and ice cold, she stands her ground and continues on.

Though she is to be viewed vehemently, under the spotlight, she is beautiful. She is radiant and awestriking, and anyone lucky enough to catch her eye instantly feels alight, both men and women and child and elder alike.

She represents unity, beauty, elegance – all the upsides of humanity while the crowd, split apart, represents the downsides. And this only further ignites the crowd’s rage because they feel the same way too. They feel everything wonderful in this world radiating in this woman sentenced to death.

The crowd’s jealousy bubbles up through their flesh and deranged bloodshot eyes as they scream at her, spit at her, and jeer. They hate themselves more than her because what they ridicule is an image of perfection and become themselves the image of imperfection, sin, and evil – things, atrocious things, that are accused of the young woman with pride in her stride sentenced to death.

For going against the rules of society and following the rules of her heart, she is sent to death with a good and pure heart.


Black Raven

Bam! In seconds, she falls to the ground, not even bothering to look up at her father standing before her.

He has embarrassed her in front of the entire military academy, but he doesn’t care.

His name is Roy, and he’s the only military commander of the kingdom. Ever since he became┬áthe┬ácommander when he was ten years old, no other battle was fought against that kingdom since they all know how powerful Roy is.

Always wanting a son, he was somewhat disappointed when he had a daughter. Being a prominent military commander, he was also disappointed since his daughter never used violence and is still clueless as to how to use a gun. As a father, he hated how his daughter, Raven, dyed her hair black and cut it short; for being low and weak in the academy; and for falling in the arms of a boy to save her during a simulated battle.

Now in his twenties, he just slapped his daughter. “For being the lowest,” is all he says.

Disappointment runs through Roy’s head as he watches how his daughter falls to the ground just from the impact of the attack. Maybe that’s why he never revealed her true identity to the rest of the world.

She will never be my daughter, Roy thinks quietly to himself, trying to push that thought away, but it always comes back, especially in moments so pathetic like these.