The PrisonerChains retains me.Never again I will be free, I know, I feel it.Pains digs, burns and transforms me.I don’t know how much time has passed.Is Time important, when you are immortal? Of course not.You need to be patient. Do not oppose. This is what causes you pain. When you’re done, you’ll be free again. Finished doing what?To become what you are. I’m like them.You lie to yourself. You have never been. *****Chains holds me as I struggle.They hurt.They are not iron, they are not steel.They are magical.Magic shouldn’t hurt me.I also own it.Just like them.You have a lot more than them. They had to join in six, to stop you. They did well to do that they did.I was without control.They were just jealous, envious of you. Remember… He plays with my mind as he is doing with my body.I watch again the moment when I created the colors,starting with a single ray of white light.Twentyseven variants only for red.The others look at me strangely.Some of them ask:‘ It isn’t a bit excessive?’ Do you remember what you said? ‘ How can you find all this excessive?’*****I screamed their names until I become hoarse.Only she has come.She looked at me with tears in her eyes.I implored her to set me free.‘ I can’t.’ She told me ‘ We don’t know what you are becoming.’What I am becoming?What you were already. I was one of them.It’s not true, and you know it. *****Other images, other memories.At least, I believe they are memories.Could he change me in such a way as to confuse the emotion I felt?Those remind me well.Those are nailed in me like ice splinter.Let me burn it. Remember the fire. I remember creative fire that had taken me to design the butterflies.Two hundred and fifty only for one country!All with different shapes, colors and sizes!I show them to the others, proud and satisfied.Seeing that with the wings of eleven inches and a halfand the blue metallized on one side and full of ocellas on the other,they turned to me again that look.‘ Don’t you have exceed?’‘ Maybe a little bit.’ I recognize, with a smirk.‘ Those two are too much showy. You have to destroy them.’I defend my creations:‘ Put them in tropical forests.’‘ Granted, but enough butterflies. You have created it enough.’ And what did you do?... I feel a grin deforming my lips. …I created the moths.It wasn’t hilarious their expression, when you made them see?I laugh. I laugh. I laugh. I laugh alone.I’m becoming crazy?What enjoyment there is to be normal? *****Pain got me back, it has expanded.I’ve always had so many bones?…What are these?Parts you had created. Parts that the others wanted that you destroy. Why did not I?Come on, say it… I can’t.Yes… Those were my creations.Yes! I’ve hidden them.You did well. I defended them.You did very well. And now… they are part of me.It wasn’t so like before? With caution, I open my new wings.To the left: To the right: a wing like that of an angel a wing like that of a demon. Why am I just curious to know if they can support me?Why am I just curious to see if I can still fly? *****A distant voice scolds me:‘ You can’t make pink clouds of cotton candy wich it make rain chocolate!They are too strange! Don’t you realize it? They don’t have any sense!’‘ You know what I thinkThat it makes no senseTomorrow will comeTomorrow will come the same…’Only at the last second I realize that she is there.She looks at me with shocked and horrified air.I laugh and I’m gonna sing louder a songthat will exist between millions of years.*****Tensive headache.Cluster headache.Headache with the aura.I have them all together.At the same time.No existing or non-exisistent word can describe the pain I feel.My mind travel like an intergalactic rocket for flashing lights corridors in technicolor.Even in these conditions, I can’t help it but create new things.I laugh at this madness between me. *****I cry.I no longer know who I am.I search with invisible hands among the remains of what I was.Looking for something I don’t know anymore.Looking for something I don’t remember the name.Has remained something of me?Why don’t you talk anymore?What do you want me to tell you? Why don’t you let me see once again how it all happened?Has been because of candy bushes of all tastes?Someone has seen the little pink cloud from which in the evening I was filling the chalice, before deserved rest?Ever since is chocolate drinking here a crime?Ever since don’t destroy what has been created is wrong?We had not decided, at the beginning, that everything could be created and nothing could be destroyed, at most could be transformed?I feel her presence.‘ Was this what you wanted to do with me? Destroy me?’‘ No!’ I hear her answer with a cry choked from tears.‘ However you wanted to destroy all those beautiful things that I had created.’‘ They were wrong!’‘ Since when are you to decide what is right and what is wrong?’ *****Now that all it’s about to end, I remember how it started.Others want that I get rid of my creations.‘ If you don’t do it, we will do it!’ they threaten.I take random things, fleeing.I transport all in the arms like would a mother do to save her children.Others chase me, trying to prevent me from escaping with their spells.Lightning that crash.Lightning that blind.I turn around in half myself to reply.One lightning hit me.One explosion.When I open again my eyes, I am on the ground below him.‘ Don’t touch him. It seems dangerous.’ Say someone in tense tone.Dangerous?They don’t see his beauty?‘ Don’t give him Name.’ I can still hear say.I recognize that fire.I did it.It’s part of me.I know his Name: Chaos. I raise an arm, I caress that wonder.‘ NOO!’ shout the others.Fire feels my recall.It’s in me.I use it, he uses me. He uses me, I use him. We play together, creating…Chains hold us.***** It’s almost all over. Who am I?Oh, come on, you know that well. This… … it’s me.*****Reality swirls.What I have around me……all this order, all this harmony…suddenly they give me the nausea.I have to close my eyelids.Let the fire burns my eyes in silence.*****There is too much light.My fingers move, produce a sound:Snap!The darkness drops.Ah, what a relief.Now I can rest a bit.RiCreate myself it’s tiring. *****Chains clinking gently.They support me.Others are here, in front of me.They are all six, I feel their presence.‘ Don’t give him Name.’ Whisper someone.What a strange feeling.Of déjà-vu.Oh, yes… not even before they want recognize me.When they see me, they put me in chains.These chains that can’t do nothing against me.I could release myself everytime.If it is so… why didn’t I do it before?Ah, already… I wanted to play with them.I wanted them to see me for what I am.I widened the wings and stretch the limbs like I was just woke up.I stand, I raise slow my head.I open my eyes, I see them reflections in theirs.They are yellow with red pupil.‘ I don’t need that you give me Name, my dear.’They wince, take a step back.‘ I know very well who I am.’ I continue.With a gesture, I dissolve chains that retains me.With a fun and fierce grin I look at them.‘ I am the Lord of Chaos.’ I say.‘ And my name is Discord.’
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