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Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Just some random stuff

Seriously what is this suppose to be? God, I don't know. I guess I had nothing to do and so, there, the product.

He sat unmoving in the corner of darkness, unafraid of what terror might come at him. He closed his bloody red precious, laid his head back against the wall and sighed softly. It seemed like his daily routine for the past seven years that he stayed in his den. Many died in their own dens because of the lack of activity and their brains were the first to leave the world. “Will creatures of the light ever comprehend the terror and fear felt by those of the dark? Can they share the fear and agony which they have never seen before?” his mind replayed the thoughts over and over again since he turned seven which was not too long ago, a merely of four years, “The fear that runs deep in their blood and the hatred that binds them to total damnation, can the light understand?” That he knew was the only way he could keep his mind strong and alive. He had fought against death all too many times to know that the tactic to allow his mind and brain to survive was to keep bombarding it with questions whose answers can never be found with a single perspective.

“I am powerful, I am great,” his murmurs softly just to keep his lips alive and to allow himself to believe that he was really destined to be powerful and great. He knew some of those unfortunate survivors became mute because they gave up using their voices to find freedom that all of them long for.

Light…The source of life…? It’s beautiful, bright and innocent... Can I achieve it one day...?

The words formed in his head as the light spread across the corridor of the many dens, sometimes, slipping into the entrance of the lucky ones. “Please, I’ll behave! I’ll be good!” someone, a comrade, a friend, was begging so desperately she tightened her hands around the bars of the gates to freedom till her knuckles turned white, “I’ll never cry! I’ll be mute forever! I swear! I promise! Just don’t hurt me, I beg you! Mercy!” Chains were being dragged noisily across the corridor, passed by the dens. He stood in the shadows and watched the scene with emotionless eyes. How many times had he seen this? No, not even his fingers and toes could match the number of times he had seen this. Had he grown accustomed to it? Maybe, maybe not. She looked into his eyes and cried to him for help, “Somebody save me! Somebody, anybody! You’ve got to save me! Save me Ciaran, I beg you! Ciaran...!"

"Tersa...I'll save you, and our comrades, from the nightmares that torment us," he swore softly and it was because of it a rising evil was creeping at the edge of the fragile world full of intention to seek acknowledgement, "Tersa, my friend and my comrades, wait for me. I promise to save all of you." Her cries of agony became a distant call as she was dragged roughly passed the great ancient doors that had him questioning and captivated all his attention. What was does the doors guard? As soon as the doors shut again, the light disappeared as if it was never there. Again, darkness embraced them and the foolish and weak companions would die. Only the strong shall survive.

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