The Lost Fire - ProloguePrologueMore Like This
He was the only one; the only kitten of the litter, and he stood out from his mother's fur like a drop of the sun. Despite being small in size, he had a mew like the roar of a lion— and a long journey ahead of him as well that would change his life.
"His name will be Blaise," the exhausted tortoiseshell managed to say with a wrenched breath, looking over at the healer with twinkling green eyes.
He nodded, gaze glued to the newborn kit with interest. "It's a beautiful name, Aura." he commented with a gentle smile, glancing over at the den's opening. "....Would you like me to notify Bruce?"
She gave him a tiny shake of her head and exhaled a soft sigh. "He's had a rough day. Let him have his rest." she said quietly, eyes wandering elsewhere. Her mate always seemed so busy. She didn't want to upset him by waking him so late.
He blinked at her understandingly and laid down beside the young she-cat. "Alright then." he huffed, lowering his head down on his paw
NostalgiaNostalgia is likeMore Like This
A hall of mirrors
Multifaceted emulations from floor to ceiling
No doors or windows, so
You are forced to look at yourself
Into what appears to be forever
But is actually just a reflection
of everything you are
Wrapped up in tin- or aluminum-coated glass
Facing each other
To replicate ad infinitum.
And you cant help but
Stare into your own eyes
Gazing on everything you have ever been
Remembering what calamity caused which lines in your face
Which accident caused which scars
Getting lost in the infinity of shouldnt have done that, could have done this better
You forget that
You are trapped in a crazy hall of mirrors
With no way out
Thinking about nothing but the past
Instead of looking forward.
And even if you break from
That addiction of nostalgia
Smash the mirror to free yourself
Now all you have
Is a blank wall
And shards of glass
Broken into pieces, but still reflecting that same preoccupation.