Battlegrounds III

She awoke,
It was as though she had slept a thousand years, her wounds had healed and light scarring remained, to remind her of what she went through. She shudders to think of how decayed the land has become through her slumber but she must face it, there is no more delaying.

She sees new growth poking its way through the damaged ground and smiles, may it be weeds or not, things can be grown. She looks for the trenches and pits that once riddled the ground and trapped her repeatedly but they were nowhere to be seen. With nothing visible, her mind throws the memories before her, reminding her that this is a place of unrest, reminding her of the battles fought and the blood shed for reasons she cannot recall anymore. Her chest tightens and she hugs herself as she falls to the ground shaking with the memory of what she had done. Then she hears it, a call, reluctant to answer it she lets it ring.. her surroundings a constant reminder that she isn't safe to be around.
She lets the call go on, torn between the the person she was and who she wants to be.
Fighting for change, she decides to take a cautionary step in a direction she would have otherwise avoided. She answers the call, and he was beautiful.

She wandered through the fields and began clearing out the armour she no longer needed. She began removing the broken pieces of everything destroyed eons ago and began to plant seeds.

He walked beside her, bandaging her hands as she rifled through the broken glass and metal shards of the past. He knelt beside her as she became overwhelmed with grief from the loss of friends who've found greener pastures. He watered her seedlings when she gave up hope they'd ever survive.

The dreary fields she was accustomed to lay before her, though her mind was set on remembering each battle, each war fought and each fallen soldier. The battlefield has been nothing other than a war-zone for as long as she can remember, she has danced to the song of battle her whole life and knows nothing else.

He stands before her, this beautiful being who has shown her so much and changed her in ways she never dreamed of. She can feel the seedlings growing deep inside the earth, she can see in her minds eye, trees growing, flowers blooming and a sense of peace so overpowering that she is fighting the urge to turn and run, the world she has always known is changing into what she always dreamed of and she hasn't any idea on how to live in it.

Battlegrounds II

Her armour falls as she wanders the vast wasteland, she often wonders if she were the instigator for the many battles that ravished her world, was she the one who destroyed this place? Though the trenches are few and far between she still falls, struggling with the thought that perhaps she dug them herself, with her recklessness and expectations. Pulling at the walls to get out she slowly fills them in. Small holes they have become, but she won’t fill them in completely, not yet.

Picking up the pieces one by one, she knows he has departed for good, he has found another home, another paradise as this once was. Wrecked with guilt and remorse, she wishes him back, her world not the place he wishes to be anymore, an equal hand that slew the sword of destruction he cannot face the outcome, he leaves, unable to see the garden it once was. He looks at her and sees every flaw, hears those cruel words echoing through the wind, feels the wounds reopen and ache without mercy, he no longer sees the beauty that once was, that once stood upon the broken debris that littered the ground. He no longer feels the warmth that she once emanated for him, he feels only pain and regret.

Empty, void of feelings, she is compelled to rebuild, driven by the remnants of truths scattered in lies, driven by the pain in her chest where her heart once rested, driven by the pure ambition of a woman who has fought every ounce of herself away and is left with nothing but a shadow, she has nothing left but wounds to remind her that there may have been a terrible war, but she still stands.

The ground won’t be ready for natural growth for some time, the skies, though clearer still have the lingering essence of grey. She clears the ground of debris, and can do no more until the ground recovers from the damage it has withstood. So she lies down, and stares at the sky, slowly she closes her eyes and dreams that when she awakens, her world will be ready for a new beginning.