The High Seas: What the Heart Lost

The lad that stood in front of the court radiated strength. 

   What could he care, for he knew why he did what was done. If he wasn't the first to find the chest, then the king would have taken it for himself. The power that the chest held still spoke from inside of him, clawing at the edge of his soul to unleash what was give to him. What have they done for you? Why do you still think of yourself as a humble servant to those who are willing to hang you for giving the world a Gift?

   Scanning the Noble Court, with its high banners of the King's Clan symbol etched in gold stitching, the convicted lad noticed how nobody was willing to stand up for him. They just sat there in the long rows of decorated benches, petrified in fear when his glance rested upon theirs. Yet, not a single soul stood up or objected the Courts; for him, it was sure doomsday. But with every passing minute, the sound of the voice grew louder and vast in his head. The sound of the judge was so weak and dull compared to the rhythmic clash of the every growing voice that was filling the inside of his head with rage.

   "Daniel!"

   The shock of a familiar voice awoken him form the trance that had stirred a rumble from within. 

   A young maiden leaped from behind the jury stand, landing on the floor in front of him. The perfect golden hair that bounced lightly with every swift movement was tied up in a elegant bun with a cherry red pin. Her feature were as fair as the day he left her, almost four years ago. His eyes couldn't leave her beautiful lips and powerful blue eyes, the same eyes that could kill him with a stare.

   "I...I thought you left?" The words escaped his lips before he could stop them, escaping in one breath.

   "How could I?" Her voice was ever so sweet, lighter than the world around her. "You left me, remember?"

   Ouch. The day that he left, the memory, was punching him in the gut. The words she yelled, the way that she screamed when he wouldn't go, the shouts of disapproval that cut harder than any knife he felt. That was the memory that kept him up at night, that would swirl in his dreams as a reminder if what he left behind.

   His mouth hung open, but no words came out. Thoughts swirled in his head, as excuses burned upon on his lips, but no words rung in the air. The guilt was the only thing that held him back from speaking. That, and four years of forgotten history between the two of them.

   Yet, there was no rage in her eyes, just a look of pity. A kind of despairing glance, as if he were a poor face that ended up on her doorsteps. His face fell from happiness, to dread, as the sense that she was right in front of him wasn't to free him, but to show that he was the one that lost everything.

   Let it loose. There's no holding back now.

   The sounds were digging into his skull now, the hammering of its might voice clashed against any solo thoughts of his own. Pity turned to anger, then anger to hate, as if it were natural. And he knew just who to choose.

   He kidded the desk in front of him, aiming it for the once love of his life. The wooden table fell on her with a clash, her mid-body disappeared under the weight that pinned her down. The crowd around him started to stir, surrounding the once alive girl. The hatred came out with every deep breath that he flew out, and with it, the sound of the voice roared throughout the court.

   I'm the only ruler now. The room started to spin in circles, the focus of the area was ringed with a scarlet hue. Wind tore at the front gate, blasted the windows. Showers of glass fell onto the crowd as the wind kicked in, and the rage fell upon the group like a tornado.

   The end was now, by this couldn't be the end for him. For Daniel Pirate, this was only the beginning, not the end.