Future
Dear children,
Who would have known that the Unicorns would be our saviour?
The memory is as clear as crystal. The year was 2313. I was only 5 years old. Born into a world where colours don't exist anymore. Everything was in shades of browns and greys. The world was desolate and barren, new life was instantly swept away by the swirling tornadoes and icy blizzards.
Everyday we woke up to ash and dust. A different hill, a different patch of dead grass, but ash and dust, they are the same. Like all the other tribes, we too were nomads. Walking on and on when the Orange Star started to sink beneath the horizon, seeking shelter or food if any. We don't need maps of any sort because everywhere we go, it is the same. Shells of concrete, abandoned, plastic devices littering the floor, crushed by the past, satellites above our heads, frozen in orbit.
The people were the same too. Not a single hair on our bodies - what's the use for them anyway? Bathrooms were something of the past - eyes a pale grey, cheeks sunken, teeth rotted away, lips cracked and barely visible, donning rags and scraps of fabric scavenged from wherever we sheltered. Why did we still cover our skeletal frames, I did not understand. Perhaps it was to cover up the tumours and multi-hue rashes, dotted all around our bodies. Or was it that modesty still remained?
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years ticked by. But we did not die. We could not die. Our bodies had grown immune to death probably because we were surrounded by death all the time. We amused ourselves with tales from the time before; when our kind danced and sang songs of praise to green things called 'trees' and colourful things called 'flowers'. They said that once the world was beautiful, vibrant, bursting with life. But those were just bedtime stories so that we could sleep better knowing our has beens.
Perhaps it was that slight comfort, that slight hope that lead us to the Unicorns.
We were wandering about as usual, the Other-Orange-Star-That-Did-Not-Light was high up in the sky, round and full, illuminating our way. We stopped by another concrete shell, split up to search for anything edible and started to settle down till the Orange Star rose up again.
I wandered off to an unknown territory, drawn by a smell I cannot fathom. What met my eyes was a sight so glorious, so wonderful it still puts a smile to my face when I recall.
A lush field of green, green grass dotted with colours I have only ever dreamt of. Flowers, these things are called, flowers. They filled the air with a pleasant scent that lured me to take a deep breath and fill my sore lungs with it's nectar.
A single structure stood tall and proud in the middle of the field, it looked like an umbrella. Fascinated and curious, I slowly made my way across the field, towards the tree. The green grass withered ever so slightly when my bare feet came in contact with it but I was too mesmerized to take notice.
As I reached the structure, I placed my hands on it's firm and rough surface. Instantly, I felt rejuvenated, my hunger gone, my thirst quenched, tiredness evaporated. I felt alive!
It was at this moment I heard a 'clickety-clackety' sound. As I turned around, I was brought to my knees as the beautiful creature before me trotted to a halt and stood tall and proud before me. It's body was pure white, whiter than the virgin snow, and it's mane was an array of colours, glistening and changing hues as it breathed in and out. But the most magnificent thing was not the beast's body, but it's horn. Standing at 1 metre long, it was the colour of mother-of-pearls with a swirling patter delicately engraved.
I knew it was a unicorn. I just knew.
"Dear child," the voice of the Unicorn boomed in my head. "We have been waiting for all of you."
It was then time went into hyper drive. The Unicorns explained to what's left of us humans that they were magical creatures from The Other Side. They were sent here, to save us as we were facing extinction. They touched us, one-by-one, with their horns and instantly, we changed; hair grew from our heads, our slight frames filled out, our eyes were restored to a dash of vibrant colour. We were human once again.
The Unicorns left us with the knowledge of agriculture. Little did we know, these were the things that we had lost through endless years of pollution, of destruction, of war. The Unicorns also left us with the culture and art that we thought had been stolen away by our ignorance and carelessness.
The Unicorns restored our humanity. They made us realize that we brought destruction upon our own selves. They made us understand that there was more to life than just roaming around with no purpose. They showed us that Faith and Dreams has always been alive in this desolate land, patiently waiting for us to explore it like it's never been explored before.
Dear Children,
This is not a bedtime story. Do not walk down that same path. This may be our future.
This is my Trials essay. I don't like how it turned out. It is definitely wince worthy. I didn't have enough time. Towards the end, it became a bit nonsensical and ranty. I cringe.
However, I managed to score 49/50. What? I didn't even liked this essay that much. My Midterm essay was so much more better (you can read it here). Judge for yourself.
Update: I guess I should clarify, that this is not 100% my Trials essay. Of course, within the time limit, I made some grammar/spelling mistakes. And also, I've changed some parts of the last paragraphs, made it nicer and not too maniacal (because I had to literally write non-stop towards the end when my time ran out, what with my Maths teacher knocking on my table to remind me that I am too slow). So thank you for the lovely support and comments guys, I really appreciate it. I just wanted to make myself clear.
I don't wanna talk about my Trials results. I've improved for every subject, but not as much as I liked. As my friends all score A's and A pluses, I'm here trying to be happy with my B plus.
I hate it when they get super pissed or emo when they get lower marks than what they expected. Am I supposed to feel sorry for them? Or am I supposed to feel sorry for myself because I am not up to their standards.
I know I shouldn't compare, I shouldn't complain, but there is so much rage inside of me. I don't know where to place it besides here.
And I'm going to fail Add Maths again. Even though I tried really really really fcuking hard to make it work this time. It didn't. Well. I don't know if I should laugh or cry, really.
Hah.
POSITIVITY, NOEL. POSITIVITY.
Remind me to read this after SPM. I want to laugh at ranting Noel. Really.
I don't think I'll have a chance to update this anymore. SPM kan?
I miss my brother.
Farewell, dear blog. Till we meet again.
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