Silence surrounds us all, at its center her. As it all turns
dark the water slowly turns red but it is then I notice the stones alight in
anger .
“YOU ALL DARE!” is all I manage to hear before the entrance opens in furry.
Before we can all regain our composure, shock is apparent on my father’s face.
I notice his eyes following the only figure that dares move to its center, to
her. Everyone now in disbelief at the arrogance this man dares demonstrate
except none here actually now who he is and the few that should, do not . .
because he looks younger in appearance. He walks to its center and lurks at its
edge only then can one tell whoever he was he had only reverence for whoever
she was.
“Why do you permit them this?” his voice asks as though he himself is in pain
just by looking at her.
| . . .
Now all I see is she being carried out from where the outline had once stood.
Soon he walks in the opposite direction of the only entry and exit to this
place. As he leaves, from here, now I see his anger expressed all across his
face. Now I remembered what the stories I heard said, each story always
dictated as such, he was a being who could not lose composure. But now he
seemed the most human even I had ever seen him be. Her limp body held within
his arms bound my heart so tight I felt that if I even dared to take a breath
it would simply shatter and break. Soon he approaches the end and stops before
the wall.
“Now her choice has been made . . Unbind her from all that chain her here . .
For all that once did follow her . make your choice now, stay or follow, once
this choice is made their will be nothing left . . To those who choose to stay
know all your debt is paid . . To that which follows now to her you will always
be bound . . From now on let it be known it was the people within this land who
abandoned her be it by choice . . or duty . she is alone . . To the lands .
here lay the offering made by its people . her. ” he states as he lays her on
the ground.
To our surprise the walls open up . . the only thing the ground takes of her
are tears. Vox then takes her and steps toward the stone path at last now I see
with my own eyes the shadow which is left as they walk away. When they can be
seen no more, when the land itself knows it is no longer her home, when everything
falls dark . . . it is then that we are able to move . to panic . to
scream. At some point we had all failed
to realize that for a moment are bodies were not our own. Caught within a spell
that made you see and feal all the pain, anger, and sadness felt. Now we all
saw one thing . the walls that had opened now crumble, fall and rise to form
the wall that I had known to always be. The stones all across the room no
longer shine. While the entrance that once was easy to open now laid their
heavy sturdy unyielding to that which bears a faint heart.
Turning to father I realize one thing. The land which had always protected us
now had no will to listen to our pleads.
| . _
When finally the day is no more the realization that she is gone holds my heart
tightly within, and all it feels is loss of all sense to life. Before . I knew
that she took care of the land and its people with her own hands and so my
interaction with most was pleasant. Today again from the moment the sun rose
till a little even after it set I could hear only complains and screams of the
people fighting amongst each other. I had failed to understand her role because
while her presence in our many homes was little among the leading on the other
hand it was . she was the one that maintained control. Control that even father
or our grandfather could never think to hold. The path as I walk now shines,
barely enough to see a few steps away in the dark . . while in the light you
cannot even tell if they shine or are all but broken. Now I wonder if they are
not simple rocks. Earth that lay still without life or anything to hold.
| . . _
Right now I know not who I am and I most certainly know not where I am. I sit
by the edge and can see from here the forest not toward the horizon as I had done
recently but all around me or rather the tower here.
“Clear the room.” is what I hear a man state to the people that follow him. His
voice though seeming calm one can tell in his eyes . he is worried, afraid and
. . angry.
As fast as they can they begin removing everything that lay here in this room
except for the stone table that rest at its center. That would be too much for
them to move. Soon after they leave, they return and continue doing so until
finally there are only a few things left.
“This must be done before she arrives. Send for the healers.” he states
hurriedly.
Why would he say .
Suddenly a boy barges into the room panting from the run he had taken here.
“She . . is at the gate . . . its bad . the . . the wounds .” the boy states
panting panicked in a way, though he is interrupted
“Take that too.” he now states pointing at . me?
“I’ll take it!” screams the boy.
“You will also need to move the table.” Now states another man at the entrance
of the room. Behind him a few other block the entrance
“Remove it.” states the man giving orders to the ones taking everything out.
It is now when the boy takes me in his hands and decides to walk out.
From here as he walks I can see the silhouette of a . “person?” holding someone
in its hands. A girl. Her body limp, she herself pale with a face
expressionless. GONE. No . she breathes . although without a single wound on
her. Although to tell the truth the attire does not allow one to see if any
wounds are actually there.
Quickly they go past us and up the tower that now holds no memory of what it
once was.
Tears begin to fall except . I don’t cry . I can’t cry.
I am a plant.
I have no eyes to see.
I have no body of my own.
I am merely a guest observing within this host.
Soon we arrive to a garden so large one could mistake it for another small
forest within the large one I saw beyond . . different though filled with life.
A pleasant heaven or panicked hell. This I cannot tell. Now I am here. Home . . . except .
This is not my home.
These are not feelings.
That is not my body.
The only thing I am sure of is this . . . it is not me.
|
I struggle to breath and soon realize panic falls all within me. Pain
resonating all throughout. The only thing I remember where those eyes red .
“It was a dream. It was only a dream. You are alright.” so now says a panicked
voice, rushed a nightmare.
“They were all taken care of.” he then adds.
However, I cannot help but keep my closed and truly sleep.
| . _
As I sleep now, the only comfort I find are found in the voice of a girl who
seemingly sings at all times. I find comfort in the fact that right now like me
she is here and so far she has yet to leave me. In fact, it is me the one who
always leaves. The only one to leave, now
“Valix, what time is it?”
When there is no response, I open my eyes. Astonishment seeming to be the only
response I find because everyone is surprised. Surprised I am wake.
“The sun will soon rise, but right now you need to recover, the . . they told
us .” Valix states as he tries to regain his composure.
“What I was . what is the schedule for
today? You have adjusted my schedule, right . . how long was it?”
In astonishment everyone else that was in the room stops what they are doing
and simply look at me as though whatever words that came from my mouth were
merely fragments of their own imagination except, they all know it was not
because they all looked. They all looked at me.
“No. I . I will do that now. It lasted a couple of days” he responds.
“Very well. I shall get ready.”
It is then that Valix instructs them to their tasks and so my day again begins.
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