Today’s genre and image: Dark Fantasy (tales that focus on the nightmarish underbelly of magic, venturing into the violence of horror novels)
Image by 2234701 from Pixabay
They wanted me to sit for a portrait before my initiation.
No cameras or mirrors are allowed here, but I don’t mind that. For years I had been hounded about not being beautiful, that I didn’t belong. I was an outcast within my own family, the black sheep, the one who wanted to go it alone.
So here I am.
It’s not that bad though. I’m amongst friends insomuch as we all had that rejective start to life, shunned by others because we didn’t conform to their ways.
The hallways are lined with portraits of my new family. Some are old, but many are young, like me. The thing is, nobody dies. I’m only nineteen, but my world is about to change, and for eternity after today I will not. Well not on the outside anyway.
I’m told the pain doesn’t last and is replaced by something euphoric. I’m not afraid.
See those wings?
They’re not mine, but belong to the lover to whom I am to surrender my virtue.
Hopefully I will get to have a set just like them.