I finally have it, what I wanted most in the world. The veiled man ready. Right in front of me, I could grasp it. Imprison his breath. Touch the grey fabric that felt like thick cobwebs, hiding the grey widow within. I didn't get entangled in it, but I was ready to dig my bloody nails into the veil and straight through his face, his skin. He stood there defeated, like a damp lost puppet made of rags. My revenge, the reason I was reborn was to justify this treason. To avenge the lost and innocent, to escape this prison. To lock myself up and throw the key. To mourn the reason I am born, to scorn. I was left alone, facing the ghost of the Christmas past. I reaveal him, the man responsible, on a whim. I finally win. Only the disastrous wonder, that steals my thunder, I get buried 6 feet under. His face betrays the rays of sunshines past, of love to last. He was no other than my only bother in the world. Iolite, my lover, the one I discover was all this years my true enemy, the one that tortured and tormented me, I guess it was never meant to be. I see. How foolish, how blind could I become. It blows my mind, what I just find. The fear in me resides as with disgust I put the veil back on. I am torn. I get back on my feet, I breathe, I meet the gaze of my lover, the piercing blue eyes that tell me that is over. My immortality still. A moment I die in. He seems to regain his composure, his sane smile was a cover. I hear him say. "Onix. I love you. Please... please...kill ...me." I hesitate, I wait, I see his face and seems like fate, I hope I am not too late. He seems so changed. His soul will be avenged. I will have my revenge. It's so strange, how destiny brought my destruction, I take the only action. I draw my blade, I elevate, I slay, I draw blood, I watch the crimson flood. I initiate an inspection, I move in the only direction, I could see his face, I embrace, the shadow of the light I once knew, that was true to me, to us, I must, find the truth, even in death. I can resurrect. I hear his breath as he says thank you. I say I love you too. Still so still, if only I could steal some time, some life. I throw away the knife. A conflict, a strife. I kneel down, I frown, I seem to drown in his pool of blood my clothes of wool turn a dark red. They leave a mark. I embark on a cruise of cruel mission. I leave my submission and all the superstition, behind. He seems so happy so content, I hope it's not pretend. I cannot believe this is the end. If only I could bend, the metal back in shape. His heart may mend. And he may be the boy I once loved. The coy smirk he once wore. It tore me to pieces. I break and need some stitches. The witches come, the darkness rises. The bitterness despises. The stiffness devices. The light disperses. I thought his death meant the end. But apparently the war has just begun. I have to run. To find the true warlock and make him stop. He curses people like livestock. I have someone to mock other than myself. So I have this dilemma. What do I do with Iolite. His light in his eyes, grows colder, I feel so much older. But I grow bolder as my Crim marks do their part. I swore to never use magic but in the face of something this tragic, I trigger this insane emotion, and my only notion was the heart in my chest, beating, with no rest. The art of taking it slower, I put my hand lower and do what I never thought I would. I break his spine, and I incline to dig my nails, it's what I should do when I see no future proceed to steal the past and make it last a century and forevermore, I adore his lovely breath that seems to get normal, it's just a formal ritual, that is so familiar. I distinctly remember, the dawn of ember when it all started. The late departed rose up and moaned. His hair once blue, the one I knew, burning stardust, his eyes flaming, of never returning red. His anger seemed so alive, so real, after he went through this ordeal, I thought it was directed to me. But he beamed when he saw me. He kissed me and said thank you. I kissed him again and again and again. This eternal innuendo, kept us going in crescendo. But the mortal, deadly world,seemed to grow so cold. We couldn't fit into the mould, through our heat we were unstoppable. It was all so improbable. What remained logical, leaved the earth and left the biblical, ever cynical construction, that brings this kingdom's destruction. My only reaction was to hold his hand. To bring him close. But he chose to go after the beast and headed for the east for the darkest day of reckoning has come. I say to mark my way, and things shall stay however I may please. For we burn the brightest, shall everlasting falter. I will forever alter the face of the earth. And into my heart I will proceed to incinerate, the ones who did evil. I will remain civil. As I generate the brightest lightning bolt and commence to hear the loudest thunderstorm. My love is reborn. And together hand in hand, will bring the veild man's end. This is my last amend. And only lament is that I couldn't bring the bastard through hell as he well deserves. But revenge and justice are better served deliciously hot, enough to burn the tongue in what I will concoct. See you in the fire. In this dire time. Its vital that you die. So let me say goodbye!

The title of the book is Champagnoir, the passage is called the unveiling. Is a part of the major plotwist somewhere close to the ending of the book. The villain, called the Veiled Man, because he is dressed in monochrome grey with a veil over his face and a silver cross for a cane is a power-hungry warlock who seeks immortal life in hopes that with time his miserable existence will improve. It's a tale of love and revenge, of faith and mortality. The protagonist, a girl named Onix becomes immortal with the price of her own identity, she is reborn through pain and darkness by the veiled man who steals everything from her except her life and thus transforms her into a "phoenix". She seeks revenge for her imprisonment, torture, permanent scarring and for the loss of her lover, Iolite, who is revealed in this chapter above as being beneath the vile veil. He is actually control by the dark magic of the real Veiled Man who hides in plain sight being in her inner circle of associates. The action takes place in a Kingdom runed by superstition, where a very unusual King rises to power defying all odds and helping Onix in her quest again the darkness that seems to corrupt and poison everything in the land. The genre is fantasy, it a work still in progress. It's an honest and emotional piece of writing that appeals to the primal instincts, full of life, death and rebirth. I don't think it's a good fit, because I have no idea what you are looking for, however if you seek a pure inseneering of your sense this might be your pick. I prefer to go by Scarlet Fox, though this is a pseudonym, I will remain annonimys until further notice. My bio is written in the profile. And as a poet named Nichita Stanescu said " I am just a blood stain that speaks." I am currently a student at the University learning English Literature I have no professional experience but I am looking for opportunities like this to grow and gather finesse. My writing style is purely based on inspiration, moods and emotions and is highly symbolic. It reflects my life and experiences. I have to specify that not all my writing rhymes, only certain bits that flow into the pace of the book and overall action. My hobbies are reading and writing, I revolve my life around books. My hometown is Bucharest.

The older I get the more I forget, my roots, my place, I feel like a disgrace and I race through the chaos, it’s all just an adaos to my experience, my independence. I get constricted at the pain that was inflicted by the love I felt so true. I guess there is only me and you. Lost at the utmost peak of our lives. The sights we saw, the world we know is but a reflection, still imperfection of our selves.