street, the feeling of
turmoil still filling the air. The smoke wafts and waves where ever
the wind pleases to push it, as remnant flames lick the sky.
Scattered corpses line the roads, their eyes open wide, dead, and
glassy. Laying there with a look as though someone had just
switched them off, but the spatters of blood and torn clothing
proved that it was much worse than that. They lay there, chucked
about, among the lives they used to have. The products of their
toil burned amongst the scattered ashes of their memories. Walking
through the wreckage, curious, as if in a dream of sorts. I could
only imagine where everything was the last time I was here, who I
saw. And hope to not see them this time. Not the way that I met
with the faces of everyone else. Cold amongst the flames, limp and
life weary.
I went on in shock through the village, a gentle
shuffling breaking the crackling fire.
'Could there be survivors?' I wonder.
I call out, but no one returns. I continue, in a
daze, my body pulling at me to run, to flee, but I’m captivated by
curiosity.
'What could have done this?' I think to myself as the
ruins crumble beside me. I turn to look, suddenly through a gap, a
man, covered in dirt and dried blood. I notice the blade only for
an instant before he charges me. Over come with fear I fall, and
claw desperately to escape. But to no avail. The feeling as the
blade falls into me is surreal, a cold burn, and I feel as though
I'm leaving myself...
My heart pounds out of my chest, my legs shaking, the
vision of it almost too real. A dog falls over the pile of ruins
and runs back into the smoke as quickly as he came. To be in a
place like this with such an active imagination is a terrible
thing. I can barely catch my breath. I kick myself for a moment, to
be so afraid, it's childish. But then it hits me, the real danger
I'm in. I quickly search the ruins for any real threat, and
shaking, I take my leave.
Chapter 1
Life
Season – Late Summer
It's strange to think of being yourself. Born of
another, and learning to walk in their shadow. Knowing only as they
know, of wrong and right. Forever as we know, being one.
One day breaking from them, lost, and alone. Not even
they, as a guide. The turmoil, as they look upon you without
knowing. The fear, as you discover yourself.
A new entity rises from the experience, though the
bond will always remain...
Part 1
When the day comes
The sun breaks over the ledge of my window, casting
it's warm glow across my closed eyes. Slowly I warm to life and
gently stretch. A cool breeze shuffles the leaves of the tree
outside the window, and softly caresses my face. A new morning
rises, and I rise to greet it. I shamble down the stairs as the
workers shuffle out. The humored grunting of unmarried men echoing
through the antique wooden beams of the barn like “lodge”. The
kitchen is a wreck, mom greets me as always, a loving smile on a
worn face. She manages to serve me breakfast as she hurries about
cleaning up. The day has just started and she's already exhausted.
The only attendant in a workers house filled with loggers, mom does
all the work that she can, and I do what she can't. Not much, some
would say, but she doesn't seem to like help. She wants me to have
time to find myself, though sometimes I'm not sure she likes who
that is.
After breakfast I begin my day with chores. I open
the door and push the screen, carefully, as to not let it fall from
its hinges. It's a long walk to town from the outskirts, along a
rough forested road. When I arrive, I’m greeted with a snicker. Mom
has been an outcast among the townspeople for as long as I can
remember. I was a child born outside of marriage, and in this
kingdom that brings great dishonor to a family name. Were I born to
another, I would have been left out in the woods to die. But my mom
gave up everything, and moved to the farthest reach of civilization
to keep me. Even out here
turmoil still filling the air. The smoke wafts and waves where ever
the wind pleases to push it, as remnant flames lick the sky.
Scattered corpses line the roads, their eyes open wide, dead, and
glassy. Laying there with a look as though someone had just
switched them off, but the spatters of blood and torn clothing
proved that it was much worse than that. They lay there, chucked
about, among the lives they used to have. The products of their
toil burned amongst the scattered ashes of their memories. Walking
through the wreckage, curious, as if in a dream of sorts. I could
only imagine where everything was the last time I was here, who I
saw. And hope to not see them this time. Not the way that I met
with the faces of everyone else. Cold amongst the flames, limp and
life weary.
I went on in shock through the village, a gentle
shuffling breaking the crackling fire.
'Could there be survivors?' I wonder.
I call out, but no one returns. I continue, in a
daze, my body pulling at me to run, to flee, but I’m captivated by
curiosity.
'What could have done this?' I think to myself as the
ruins crumble beside me. I turn to look, suddenly through a gap, a
man, covered in dirt and dried blood. I notice the blade only for
an instant before he charges me. Over come with fear I fall, and
claw desperately to escape. But to no avail. The feeling as the
blade falls into me is surreal, a cold burn, and I feel as though
I'm leaving myself...
My heart pounds out of my chest, my legs shaking, the
vision of it almost too real. A dog falls over the pile of ruins
and runs back into the smoke as quickly as he came. To be in a
place like this with such an active imagination is a terrible
thing. I can barely catch my breath. I kick myself for a moment, to
be so afraid, it's childish. But then it hits me, the real danger
I'm in. I quickly search the ruins for any real threat, and
shaking, I take my leave.
Chapter 1
Life
Season – Late Summer
It's strange to think of being yourself. Born of
another, and learning to walk in their shadow. Knowing only as they
know, of wrong and right. Forever as we know, being one.
One day breaking from them, lost, and alone. Not even
they, as a guide. The turmoil, as they look upon you without
knowing. The fear, as you discover yourself.
A new entity rises from the experience, though the
bond will always remain...
Part 1
When the day comes
The sun breaks over the ledge of my window, casting
it's warm glow across my closed eyes. Slowly I warm to life and
gently stretch. A cool breeze shuffles the leaves of the tree
outside the window, and softly caresses my face. A new morning
rises, and I rise to greet it. I shamble down the stairs as the
workers shuffle out. The humored grunting of unmarried men echoing
through the antique wooden beams of the barn like “lodge”. The
kitchen is a wreck, mom greets me as always, a loving smile on a
worn face. She manages to serve me breakfast as she hurries about
cleaning up. The day has just started and she's already exhausted.
The only attendant in a workers house filled with loggers, mom does
all the work that she can, and I do what she can't. Not much, some
would say, but she doesn't seem to like help. She wants me to have
time to find myself, though sometimes I'm not sure she likes who
that is.
After breakfast I begin my day with chores. I open
the door and push the screen, carefully, as to not let it fall from
its hinges. It's a long walk to town from the outskirts, along a
rough forested road. When I arrive, I’m greeted with a snicker. Mom
has been an outcast among the townspeople for as long as I can
remember. I was a child born outside of marriage, and in this
kingdom that brings great dishonor to a family name. Were I born to
another, I would have been left out in the woods to die. But my mom
gave up everything, and moved to the farthest reach of civilization
to keep me. Even out here
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