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"The Desire for Revenge is like a flower that blooms eternally... It never withers but only grows more striking with time Have you ever waited for a single moment? Have you dreamt and re-dreamt that moment in your mind, wondering how it would make you feel? I have. I cannot remember how long I have waited for this moment, but to me, it meant the beginning of everything. I expected to be filled with a sense of excitement, pleasure, and perhaps even a little wariness about my future. I did not expect to be near hysterics. I was late. Running across the grassy fields, I passed tall, graceful buildings and gardens that I had no time to admire. They swept by my eyes like broken fragments of colors in a kaleidoscope. All I could focus on was the feeling of anxiety that rose up in my throat whenever my feet hit the ground. Clenching my teeth down hard, and gripping the strap of my duffle bag tighter, I tried futilely to ward away my worries. I could not help but feel as if the moment was slipping away, that those years of waiting, of dreaming, would soon be gone forever. It was the sight of the large stone portico that stopped me short. I simply stood there as the erratic pounding of my heart echoed in my ears and stole my breath. The words “Polaris Academy” were engraved on the white stone slab above me, and long columns flanked it on either side. I gazed at the words in wonder. They triggered something deep inside me, an emotion that I did not completely understand. It was a strange mixture of contentment and emptiness, as if some great climax had passed me by, and what I was feeling now was only the traces of a dream. Before I could lose myself further to this peculiar sensation, I remembered that I was late. Dashing up the steps, I raised my sweaty hand to the door and pushed it open. A quick glance up and down the the entrance hall told me that it was deserted. The feeling of anxiety rose up in my throat again, and I thought that surely it must be over. I had missed it and the moment would not come again. |