"The Shark and the Rabbit"
The sun was shining in coral and rose tones, hue for a soft sunset, after months of storms and painful darkness. Kneeling on the velvet grass, was the shark prince. His eyes, golden, one day were the home for sad demons, that sharing the same eyes, were trying to heal any animal in sigh to ease their own pain. But now, the Shark prince didn't had any darkness or demon on his eyes or heart, not even on his mind.
Before him, was a rabbit, sitting on the ground—white-furred with black fur on their head, delicate, its black-tipped ears high, and it was trembling, hurt, by purple arrows that reminded the poor rabbit of any hunter that crosses his way. Reminders of the pain. The rabbit wasn't attacking, like it did in the past to the prince. It only stared, eyes afraid, still caught in a cycle of defending wounds it never dared to heal by itself.
The Prince remembered the biting. The scratching. The pain of his own demons and the dark sadness that came with those stormy nights that seems to last for months. And yet, today, under this sunset, he did not raise a weapon to the bunny after seeing him again, or extend a hand to try to help him. He simply, knelt.
“I won’t try to fix you anymore,” he said, gently, yet firm. “That’s not my burden to carry.”
The rabbit twitched, as if expecting blame or chains or pity. But none came. Only silence, broken by breath and wind and the distant call of gulls.
“You were part of my pain. You were part of my world. But not anymore.”
The Prince stood. Taller now than he’d ever been. His feet were steady on the earth, his tail ready for sea. He could now not fear of the water, since he was not demon anymore. And he could now, swim around the sea, or walk around the earth, with confidence.
“I forgive you, Broken one,” he whispered, naming the rabbit as a last rite. “Not because you deserve it, not because I want you back—but because I want to be free. And hate was never my crown. I know, one day, you're gonna learn how to heal your wounds too, if you want to”
He turned his back and walked away—not as a shadow, but as a light.
Behind him, the rabbit stared until the horizon swallowed the Prince’s silhouette. It was still broken. But the story was no longer about the Rabbit anymore.
The story belonged to the Prince Shark.
To the one who chose peace.
Thank you for reading my short story, that I wrote after some nights of thinking, and a bit of help from my black star, to put my thoughts in order. With it, today, we have a sketch, that I call "Forgiveness".
That's it for this entry blog, again, thanks
Jaden, may, 2025
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