20: Week 20

    Hello dear Reader, yes I realize I didn’t post last week. I’ll try to do it next Sunday, but we’ll see when I actually write it. I apologize again. 

    Make sure you drink enough water, that you eat three meals today, and that you take your vitamins or medication(s) if necessary. I hope your day is good and relaxing. I’m just going to add in a poem today; I’ll probably write something else next weekend. Anyways, enjoy the poem! And if you have any constructive criticism for me, I’ll gladly take it; any chance to improve my writing. Also, please tell me if my dialogue seems “robotic” or something; I think I need to work on it. 

     “Sterling! Now!” 

    Sterling was in the middle of a battle, his friends on either side of him about to be demolished by his enemies. Of course, they weren’t expecting an ambush. They had just fought a few days ago and left the enemies with severe injuries. They shouldn’t have healed so quickly. Maybe they had an Ace, he thought. Though very nearly impossible, not unheard of.

    “Sterling, come on! Time’s running out!” “Do it now!!”

     He was looking around him, looking at the area they were in, the way his enemies were looking at his friends, the way his friends were about to be killed by the very group he swore to end. And while looking at his friends, a memory bubbled up and popped. It flashed before his eyes, making him relive it as if it were the first time. 

    And it was then, he realized: he was only a shell.

    It wasn’t the fact that he was a human being, that he was alive, that made him human. He realized he was made of memories, of laughs, of death, of happiness and sorrows, of the true human experience: to have lived, to love, to have lost those he trusted, and to be trusted and loved in return. He was made of memories. That made him human. 

    And it was also then that he figured out how to execute the most dangerous spell of all: Inner Baatman. Through friendship gained and lost, love gained and lost, trust gained and lost, and memories gained and lost, Sterling ultimately destroyed his enemies and rescued his friends.  

    After that, they got their weapons and headed back home. Once they returned, children gathered around them to ask questions usually typically asked of them. Their voices overlapped and overflowed one another until the group told the whole story to them, leaving out the gory details of course. Sterling, however, did not tell the story. Once they got back, he left his friends and went back to his house. There, he mourned his lost ones for two days, his tears never ending. 

    On the dawn of the third day, he got up shakily. His face was red with tears streaked on it and he went to wash. And afterwards, he went back to his friends. The children had heard of Sterling conquering Inner Baatman and asked him how he did it, where did he learn, and if he could teach them pretty please with a cherry on top. And when the children asked how he did it, he simply answered, “Through my memories.” 

    Alright, enjoy the rest of your Sunday. Until next time, dear Reader. 

Signing off,

Mother and Eliot