The Brave Defender Of A Woman Warrior

So far away in the  north sky of the Ursa Major Constellation. Living the brave defender warrior names Arago, who has been in love to the Princess Alcor the soon to be wife of the great star Mizar unwillingly as a bait to seek vengeance upon the warrior. Arago.

Arago might not as bright as Mizar but she was the manifest. She owns the heart of Princess Alcor.

 

Does it hurt to be alone? Is it painful to have someone you love torn away? Is it as bad as slowly dying? Does it hurt more? Do you even feel anything? Or does everything go numb?

Alcor watched as her loved one died. Watched as Arago fought enemies alone and started to lose. Battered. Torn. Bruised. Arago never once stopped her fight. Never once did her eyes lose their determination. Her sword never stopped moving. A blur in motion. Many foes died. But more came in their place. There was no hope of survival never mind victory.

Through tear-filled eyes Alcor was forced to see Arago struggle. Imprisoned she had to know Arago was here dying for her. She was forced to realize that it was for her fault Arago would die.

Do you wish to die because your alone? Do you feel the pain but do not care? Is it as though the world itself has turned its back? Are you lost in ocean of fear? Do you pretend that you do not care?

Bravely, Arago fought. Enemy after enemy failed to kill her. But weariness caught up with her vengefully. She broke her momentum and her enemies took advantage of it. They stabbed her, cut her, burned her. Took joyful glee in watching her death. Arago, determined to the last, refused to cry out in pain. Refused to give them more satisfaction.

Alcor wept. Arago died. Unable to do anything for her, Alcor could only weep more. Arago's last breath was taken with her hand out stretched to Alcor. Alcor was too far grab but tried. And failed.

Do you feel abandoned? Is it like being told that there's nothing left anymore. Is it worse to watch or not know? Do you feel as it should have been you? Is the pain aching more than you can stand? Do you want the pain?

If only she had been stronger. If only she had never been captured. Arago would still be alive with her bright brown eyes and warm friendly smile. Arago who always had something nice today to anyone had been killed brutally. Killed without a thought. Killed for amusement.

Arago…..

Her captors released her after they made sure arago was dead. Alcor had been nothing more than bait for the sting Arago. She was too weak to be of any entertainment. If she'd been strong would this have never happened. Arago's body was thrown away. Holding the body of Arago, Alcor could only feel despair.

What is like? Is it like a jarring sharp pain? Or is it more like a dull pain that wears you down? Do you let your emotions free? Do you keep them bundled inside? Do you even care? Is their death worse than the thought of your own?

Others came and took Alcor. They cared for her and tried to cheer her. Friends came and went. All tried too say they understood. With false small smiles, they'd say Arago would have wanted her to live. How did they know? To them Alcor showed an uncaring face. Why did it matter any more? Arago was dead. Killed. And Alcor had watched.

How did they know what it was like? To watch helpless as your love died. People came and went as though through a revolving door. They wanted to share the sorrow and mourn together. Alcor refused. Why should she? Why mourn with those who did not understand? Arago was gone never again to smile at her. Never would they do the things they planned.

What is worse? The initial shock of her death? Or the realization that She will never be back? That you will never see her alive again? Do you let others sympathize? Do you push them away? Do you start to hate yourself?

No one came to Arago's funeral. Even Alcor, she’s too deep in hurt. Only the parents of Arago’s. They told stories of Arago. Of how she was great. Of how she makes them proud as the stars warrior. Why did the great have to die? Arago deserved to live. To live to be old and successful. Arago was gone from every ones lives. Gone. In Alcor heart where Arago had been was only despair. Crippling despair.

Why? Why did she have to die? They buried Arago in the ground surrounded by earth. It was the last honors would be able to give to Arago. Crying, Alcor refused to see Arago’s resting place. Why did matter if she was alive anymore? No console of friends would bring her back. She was dead. The warm, friendly, kind Arago was dead. Death was so cold…..

Do you want vengeance? Do you desire to hurt the killer as they hurt you? Do you want to make them suffer? Or do you never want to lay eyes on them again? Does it hurt to remember? Do memories cause pain?

Alcor never knew that she could feel so empty. Weeks went since her death. Time was an uncertain thing. Some days she barley noticed. Others dragged on. Without her the days were bleak regardless. So many people tried to help her. They wanted her to become happy again. Why did they not realize nothing mattered to her anymore.

The only thing that kept her from fading was the desire to be stronger. She wanted to bring Aragos murderer to justice. To kill them and force them to suffer. But she could not do that how she was now. Alcor was too weak. It would take time to gather strength. Time to harden herself. Alcor would train and in time locate and kill Arago's murderer.

Do you find yourself angry. Furious that the world let her die? Do you decide that you will take justice? Is it worth the cost? Do you let everything go for a chance of justice? Do you live from then on for the single minded purpose of retribution?

Training was harsh. Alcor never let up. Others said she was being suicidal. That she was wasting her life. They were wrong. Everything she did now had a purpose in existence. Alcor trained and became stronger. One day she would become strong enough to fight and defeat Arago's killer. But that day was far in the coming.

Old friends tried to make her stop. She ignored them. Did they not realize that she was stopping something like this from happening ever again? That she was stopping any one else from going through what she was going to through. So, Alcor trained. She learned and never once wavered from her goal. It still hurt. She was still lonely. But now she had reason for life again. Revenge.

How hard is it to get your goal? Is it hard enough to make want to quit? Do you sometimes want to die anyways? Do you still feel the pain of being alone. Or do you ignore so you can focus? Can you feel Joy again?

[Alcor POV] It has been years since She died. Years since I took up my quest to avenge Arago's death. It has been many hard years. Gone is the naive, innocent Princess Alcor I once was. Now I am Alcor, a woman who was capable. The pain never left, but it dulled through time. The loneliness was always there, but I had strong friendships to fight it off. I never will let despair take me again, it is pointless. I learned much through travel. Now when I mourn I let others mourn with me.

Arago's murderers still unfound. But they knew I was hunting. It is only a matter of time before I find them. Then they will pay for everything they has done. They knows I can defeat them, and that I will not stop.

[Author POV] Yes it hurts to be alone. Is It is painful to watch you  loved one die. How could it not? Yes, it leaves an empty void in you. Yes it feels as though the world has left. Yes, it is hard to go through life then on. Yes, you want revenge. And yes, it is hard. But that does not mean you can stop. You must continue to live for whatever reason. Live as your loved one must and wanted you to live.

Go, be happy, and live.

 

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Story told by Ange and written by Mell

The story tale is dedicated to astrovacia and the Alcor of Arago’s heart QuiteaShow

 

Farewell

Alessandra Luisa Rodriguez

We will always love you..

RIP

 

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