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Break The Silence
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Green, miles of green stretch out carpeting sight. A fertile land reaches for the horizon and greets the sky. Rolling hills dance playfully on the edges. Flowers play across the meadows showing themselves to the sun. All eyes viewing this feel a warmth they cannot describe.
A voice is heard piercing the quiet music of this place. The voice says one short word and all goes still. Mine. A rumbling is heard in the hearts of those sojourning here. They wonder who spoke, where did this discordant cry come from? All look about themselves and wonder. Mine. All eyes rest on one standing figure. Cold eyes glare back in demanding tones. Mine.
There is a shake, birds scatter from their home branches to take to the winds. Shake shake. The standing one stares, his gaze like razor blades. The earth splits before his feet. A void opens, filled with boiling shadows. They steal forms and lurch forth into this valley. Mine. Some come out tiny creatures with overly large eyes. They look here and there and their gaze turns it grey. Others with large mouths eat, and eat, and eat, sometimes the valley, sometimes each other, sometimes themselves.
The standing one takes up the frantic darkness. It forms for him a spire from where he views the onslaught. Shadow forms crawl and creep about as he watches The valley writhe in it’s first agonies. Mine.The ones who lived here run. They run across ground once soft turning dry and cracked. Shards of stone are pushed up from under the ground as if the earth’s skin were drying up and it’s bones were beginning to push through. The corruption caught the slowest of them. Seized up their souls and twisted them into nightmares. They wandered the changed land lost in broken minds wishing only to find something… something to make mine.