Post by Dark (628) on Mar 30, 2014 18:34:48 GMT
The moment I was born – the powers of darkness streamed through my being, and transformed me into a monster.
That's when memories of his past, his life, flashed through my mind. I saw the day he left his destiny as a weapon behind to live with his family. I saw great conflicts caused by him, and how it tore his family, the Earth, and even the galaxy apart. I beheld the fight in which he immolated his well-being and right to exist to save his family, and was amnestied, later even crowned a hero. Though, all he ever wanted was for Lilo to be happy. The Grand Councilwoman was touched by his undying devotion, and blessed him with honor and freedom.
With this, he became an immortal guardian, instead of a never-ending bane; one who could protect Lilo and his entire family until the end of time. That marked the inception. The beginning of my eternal nightmare.
I have Stitch's memories inside me. Just like Stitch before me, I've received the appalling gift of inconceivable power. And I - I am now cursed to live the fate of an experiment, just like Stitch. Jumba has put all his hope and effort in me. He believed that I could be the one to vanquish him, and made me this – thing. But I could not; I never got the chance. He changed, and I was left here in this everlasting sweven. The darkness that surrounded me took over my body, my heart, my soul; and threw me into an endless limbo; a prison, never to let me free.
But suddenly – I see a light.
I don't know where it leads; and I wonder who will be behind it. I don't know anything real about the world that is out there, about my destiny, both waiting for me to awake. But I do know one thing. I have to take Stitch's place. I am destined to be his successor. I can't escape this fate, this essence and reason of my existence. This is just the beginning of my never-ending nightmare. I have to face whatever is out there, in that universe that will dread and loathe me for what I am and what I will do.
I have to destroy Stitch. I have to escape and save myself from my inevitable fate.
The gift of deathlessness and might, and my reclusion made me grasp that hope is a mixed blessing - a doubled-edged blade. It is fell to those who cling to utterly impossible dreams. For those that don't cease to exist, this torment must distress them for all eternity. I wonder if Stitch lives knowing the futility and volatileness of his sole wish, his single hope.
Though, I wonder what awaits me then. A life without hope? A life without amity? Another life of utter solitude?