Haunting creates a new dawn. (Closed/ Completed.)

"Mountains were once created by the smallest fracture in the Earth."
"Music was once nothing but a instrument."
"Life is a large wheel, pick one up. A choice I mean?"

Märchen stood straight with his face pale, he looked sickly due his blackness under his eyes. It would seemed he was nothing more than a walking corpse which really didn't bother him none. Couldn't he be just happy about being looked at like a corpse?. Who knows, everything was weird, out-of-order, broken, shattered, foggy, and above all else destroyed and filled with havoc. His golden hues looked hazed, he was thinking not at all bothering to keep his hair of black with a few strands white out of his pale almost lifeless face. Posture made a man, no what makes a man was not only his posture with his body but with his mind. Skills of speaking idle chit-chat was what made a man, english, writing, will, and....determination?

The pale almost sickly figure chuckled as if something had happened around this dark, cloudy, almost hardly to be seen in this darkly place. No, nothing happened. Would someone or thing say he maybe crazy? Who knows?. What on earth was he thinking about?. No one knew. No one was there. Turning around and as said figure did so a click appeared from his heels, straps could be seen of some kind on his left leg. Looking as if he came from a tale of darkness or a show made for music of almost any kind. Mountains were really enchating due to their large, bold, and hard to destroy rock like material. Quartz, maybe?. Hell, nothing never seemed to make sense anymore. Clothing was indeed a issue but he wasn't complaining. He would never show any sort of affection.

"Knights and heros? What sense of manner is this?"
"All it is, is someone wanting as well as craving attention. Is it not?"
"Who invented these terms? People without a brain? Maybe?"

Remaining here and debating, thinking, and planning. Märchen was going to think of ways to make everyones and everythings supposed worth living....suffer?. Yes, suffer! They needed a little trauma in there life. I mean teasing, beating almost to death but in a weird mental way was what he enjoyed most. Not this, fairy tales and happy endings. Ew, that was certainly something that did not exist. People who work hard and make their life worth something were the real enhchanting beings then again they were very much more foolish than the kiddy stories of love at first sight. Slaying a dragon. Becoming a god?. The figure stopped and he laughed rather lively almost to lively. No, it was filled with sarcasm and no remorse of others who hold onto something called, Hope. What is to become of this world, all he knew is it needed a touch. A push in a rather undetermined direction. Thus this was going to be more fun then rubbing a skull?. Who knows. The figure stopped laughing almost as if someone turned off his supposed button which created laughter. It ceased so quickly. Looking down breathing in the dark matter which is unseen to anything around. Stopping his thinking and looking to the almost all to dark sky. Thinking was in progress yet again.

"Destruction puts me to peace."
"Encounters mean so little if you are dying afterwards and yet why do I feel jealous?"
"Rotting world seems to be the only peace of mind I have...! Everything is unfair, nothing seems to please me like, never. Will I ever see anything like the foolish people. Heh, hell no."

Clapping to nothing in paticular, Märchen cackled and then turned around rather fastly making his heels click. Fun, excitement, feelings, and desire. All these thing passed through his head of intellect. Nothing seemed right, this world was better of being filled with skulls wasn't it. He thought so, but others may not be so willing to agree to such strange things. What on earth was wrong with the many people. They were foolish, none of them understood him. No one liked him and that ended up leading him to his own destruction. His heart ceased to show any emotion. It was very much like a corpse. A beating yet lifeless heart of black.

His eyes grew wide, black heart similar to a black rose full of thorns?. How delightful. Lifting his head fully upward he took in the smell of smoke and dust. This was a place which he could never get tired of. Music was the only key to putting his pure despair to rest for a while. He liked that idea very much. Like all the people that loved to listen to music to get over such traumas he wasn't all that different. Wait, why was he comparing himself to those foolish beings. Grabbing his arm he clutched it tightly with his hand and squeezed it horribly making his face, paler than normal. Punish his foolish ideas. Punish them all!

"I'm nothing like them, they are foolish. I am not!"
"If I am to turn into one of them. I would loose everything that I have obtained!"
"Why art thou so angered, because one angered the beast."

Märchen stopped what he was doing, he grinned demonically as his hues glew like amber stones similar to gold. Like every animal they will attack once cornered and if that is true then his emotions were cornered and that would mean he would attack himself. Get a hold of yourself, you not a animal. Your better than that!. His thoughts raided his mind and there was no peace. He was suffering from all the abuse he had suffered and the neglect he had took. He grinned sort of sourly. What would become of him, our black hearted prince of music.

"Music is thy only ally."
"Memories taunt me in ways of millions."
"There is a limitless supply of stars, and sadly there are a limited number of understanding people in the world."

Märchen called himself a prince, what on earth was he thinking living in a fantasy world of kings, queens, knights, and jesters. Prince like character are similar to kings weren't they?. Questions like these kept coming into his mind. Having to wait a little while would definately continue these thoughts. Putting his hand down along with both arms as he looked down with eyes which would be considered lifeless, it was like he woke up and having a hard time to for his heart and soul were drained right out of him. Things like this was common for him, for that was how he was every morning, afternoon, evening, and night. Nothing seemed to ease him when he slept. Feeling all this rage and paranoia from other people made things worse for him.

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall. Who is the saddest living person of all. He had always asked this to no one in the area, only to himself. Märchen knew the answer, he was the saddest person on the planet. No one understood him, took the time to understand him and his feelings. It was as if he was alone to face the billion people on this large sphere, known as the world. To him, this planet was dead in every way. Greedy people, happy couples, marriages, laughter, children enjoying the time with his parents, and everyone...

...didn't know he was there, it was like he was a walking ghost and they didn't look at him. Sadly, that was how it always was. When someone tried to get to know him that one fair day and then to be left stunned to know that they did that to get his guard down only to step on it, spit on it, and laugh at him. Märchen shook his head as he clutched the side of his head with both of his pale hands. Everyones figures turned into shadows with red glowing eyes and vemon seeping out their mouths as they spoke words of comfort. No, he wouldn't give in. He was going to conquer them and torment them like how they did him. He was alone in this rotting world. What would become of him?.

Märchen placed his arms down and his bangs of raven with white streaks fell over his eyes, he grinned in a sour way. Yes, what would become of him?. He would change this world, make it a better place for him, and him alone. He would do this even if he was a prisoner in the many cells of torture. Accomplishing such a thing maybe harder than it looks but he would do it, even if it means his death.

"I will make this world better, like the limitless space."
"My will rushes forth like streaks of lightning."
"My goal is to make this world mine, and mine alone!"

Märchen stopped his thoughts after blinking, now that he had set his goal what would he do when he got that goal. Ruling his own world would mean certain things would it, maybe he was being a little to rash in his planning and thinking?. Hm, this was certainly a problem for him and as he looked to the side rather blankly like he was in a daze a sudden wind blow hard on by. His hair moved to the winds rather powerful punch, trust was already destroyed for him and being uncertain of his next plan he sighed.

Survival ment so much, when he was young he had to do it every day. The life force that he thinks so hard on was like a flower, it withers when it gets to old and the petals fall as it dies in a rather slow yet meaningless way. Humans were like that as well, they are young and growing in their teens and adulthood they become rather beautiful flowers and when they get old they lose that charm. Something like that, which he didn't doubt would happen to him as well. He knew it would and that was what bugged him to no end. How would he plan such a large feat of taking on the world by himself. Shaking his head he was unsure.

"Things like this seem to always plague me."
"Interesting how my thoughts stop me from getting myself in to deep."
"What will I do now?"

Märchen didn't know, all he did know was he would have to take his time on this. Play it cool and hopefully things will work in his favor. Using people may not hurt either, sarcastically he smiles as he chuckled rather lowly. How delicious this would be, taking his time to play this stuff out and then to watch the people fall. It was very enchanting, his own emotions and feelings were eased by the thought. What a horrible man you are, Märchen.

I know I am, if I wasn't horrible and sneaky as well as sly. I may of died in this world already. Instead of having those dear men that were run aways take me in. It would of been a pack of wild dogs and heaven knows what would happen to me then?. I would of lost my sense of sanity amd then I would be killed without remorse. It actually makes me think, who has it worse?. Animals or me? or People and nature?. That is rather interesting but I may as well put these thoughts to a end.

"Love leads to betrayal."
"Explosions lead to death."
"Music leads to...life?"

Märchen chuckled shrugging. Sure, why not. That seems to make things easier on him. After all, music was life to him and at time you will see love break and death happen when bombs of physical or emotional abuse happen. How delightful these ideas were. Walking over to a stone he sat himself down and skillfully places his leg upon the other in a sophisticated way he closed his eyes and pictured the thoughts of many things he had thought right now. His mind may remember these thoughts and actions so he could rest easy. If forgetting something is worser than death, he may as well try to remember than forget anything.

Märchen looked to the side finding nothing of special interest before standing up and looking around and stopping in mid step he smirked walking over and picky up a skull and softly he touched its head with his eyes fixed on it. Strangely, he found comfort in skulls, ravens, and snakes most of all the things. Skulls were icky to things and maybe that was why he liked them some much. Who knows, and closing his eyes he smirked sarcastically making the skull look like it was talking by making its mouth move.

He chuckled at how it looked with his free hand under his chin. No one would find this funny but he sure did and as he made its mouth move he shook his head with his eyes closed and laughed a little to loudly not that he cared. He looked extremely happy, around others he would never be this happy but around skulls and the animals he likes he would show his emotion. Stopping of course making the skull go still he frowned. He just now showed his emotion and he glared daggers to the floor. Grasping a hold of his wrist which held the skull he made red marks with his nails and his golden hues hardened futher. Punishment was in order.


"Happiness is a lie..."
"I can't believe that I let that one slide from my thoughts!."
"Why am I happy?"

Märchen stopped after seeing the red marks and seeing it down his arm he sighed deeply before placing the skull in his arms and he looked to the side. Haunting things like this apparently make the new dawn, right?. Who knows, all that he cared about was the silence he had now and looking to the skulls face once more he closed his eyes and walked back to where he was sitting and as he sat on his rock from before he looked to the mouth of the skull with a emotionless look on his face.

"I wonder if you have every been happy longer than 2 years, Hamlet?"
"Hm, now that I recall you end up dying at the end of your own play."
"Such ironies exist, I believe?"

"Irony has always had this thing on me?."
"Maybe it is cause, irony is such a interesting factor."
"Factors, heh."

Märchen seemed to rub the top of the skulls head and after doing so he looked up in a bit of a glance. Deception, Disgrace, Outrage, and Betrayal all had these feelings of negativity on him and more so maybe more on others. Differences spilt people, familes, and relationships aprat don't they?. Of course, so since people hate different things and since they do things like wars, and raids happen. Good and bad exist to keep the world in order. Such things like that are common. The one thing that is said over and over is that we are all equal even though people deny it for they think it pointless to be equal to others.

Shaking his head with his eyes closed as well as making the skulls mouth open and close he looked to the side and he found himself being bored. Standing up he turned to look from side to side and leaves the area with his eyes fixed on the white colored skull. Having a little fun may ease him just lightly then again he doubts it.