MsTiara’s Thoughts

Dragon and Kitten slowly fly into the yard of the big house on the hill. The sky is pitch black and any light is hidden behind the thick clouds that cover everything in a layer of darkness. The trees are empty of leaves, showing only sharp edges in the inky darkness.

They are both silent as they stare up at the old house that used to be filled with light and warmth.

“Why did you want to come here Kitten?” Dragon asks in a whisper. “It is so cold and empty.”

Kitten’s voice is eerily empty sounding as it comes through the darkness, “once upon a time, I was very happy here. I remember how much joy I felt as I would stand here looking up at the house shimmering in the sun. It always seemed like the house as laughing and was sharing the humour with me. But, now it seems empty. No sadness, no anger, just empty.

“What happened to it?” he wondered as he noticed parts of it were blackened and crumbling. He felt a shiver run up and down his spine as he looked at the empty husk of a building.

“The soul of the house left it. Over time, the people who used to live here changed. Where once they were filled with joy and caring for everything around them, after time they took it all for granted. They started to become careless, do hurtful things.” As she said this she looked at a stump in the ground in front of the bay windows. A tear slipped from her eyes as she remembered the young boy who lived in the house playing with fire, burning ants who were playing in the roots of the tree. He ended up setting fire to the leaves on the ground and burning the once magnificent tree down. When he was asked why, he said that he was bored and it made him happy. His parents nodded their heads and said it was okay, the tree wasn’t that important anyway.

Dragon counted the rings on the tree as he stood there and cried for the beautiful tree, “how old was it?”

“Over 500 years, it had stood there.” Kitten walked up the steps of the house and stood on the once amazing porch, remembering how it had once circled the house and had a swing on it where she would nap and dream. Now, part of it was rotted through and the swing was just a pile of sticks.

She moved to the doorway where a hand carved door once stood, it was magnificent back then, carved with celtic signs telling a story in pictures of Dragons and adventures, but there was nothing left of it but a rusted door knob, lying on the ground in a pile of dust.

Dragon followed her silently as she stepped inside. To the right was the entrance to the once formal ballroom where music and laughter was heard as they had danced till dawn. You could almost hear an echo of cannon fire in the air as memories of playing pirates ran through her mind. All that could be seen now though was a pile of rubble covered in mold slowly creeping up it and eating away the stone.

To the left was the library, shelves and shelves of books with the sounds of whispers as thoughts were shared. But the shelves were now empty and the wall to the outside was gone. What was once a warm room was now cold and empty. Kitten had a crystal tear on her cheek as she silently mourned.

Dragon shivered in the cold and emptiness. “Why are we here Kitten?”

“I have so many good memories of this place. It was my friend. I guess…” She stopped for a second as she felt the grief overwhelm her. Dragon reached out with his tail and wrapped it around her paw and was just there for her. “I guess, I was wondering if it was still here, if there was a part of its soul hanging around just waiting for a friend.”

“And?” Dragon asked, not sure what the question really should be.

“And, it is empty. No soul left, not even any ghosts. There is nothing.” Kitten sounded lost as she said it.

“So, what finally caused it all to die? A fire? A Flood?” Dragon wondered.

“No, that would have been easier to handle. You would have something to point at. It would be a final death.” She sighed, “But none of that caused it, it was finally little tiny moments, the lack of care, inconsideration and an emptiness of the soul that slowly caused the decay till one morning you woke up and this is all that stood, nothing.” She was quiet after that, not moving and not saying anything more.

Finally, Dragon picked her up and hugged her before putting her on his back. He turned and walked out of the house and flew away.

Kitten never looked back and didn’t even say goodbye. There was nothing left to say goodbye to.