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Break The Silence
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Trees grind overhead as the storm winds howl. Their voices shrieking in the night. The light of the moon strains against the thick branches attempting to light the ground where warn boots tread. The shadows of branches flailing claw at the passing figure who under hooded cloak passes through this way. He knows this path well, he walks it every night. Dark dreams lurk here, in this night, this wood. He finds the place, old and forbidden now. That old temple where ancient ones wait. He takes up torch and lights a strange fire. Thoughts rush into his mind. The terrors of this place freeze his bones. His soul twists in the vice grip. This temple is the past, he knows he doesn’t belong here. And now these old ones laugh. They come forth from memories unbidden. Twisted faces, distorted lives, from the time before they come.
A distant sound brings pause to the scene. A small voice beckons him to turn round. His mouth lets out words reluctantly saying, “I cannot.” The voice grows more insistent. “You must turn around or you will die in this old place.” Screams issue from mouths before him, now impossibly filled with unfitting fangs. They hurry towards him and he sees their fear. The spell weakens and his legs find their life. He turns round and sees a bright light. “I am Love, and I have come for you.” He steps forward uncertainly. His thoughts troubled, he doesn’t know the meaning of any of these things. “You must trust me or your life will end in this place where it began. That is not your chosen fate. You ask for it every time you come back here to dwell. This land is not that land. You are not here anymore. You can dwell in shadowed memory or lighted destiny, but love will not abandon you.”
Screaming voices rend through the night. “You can’t go there! You will fail and you will crawl back here! Broken like you always do! You need us!” He steps towards this diamond in the night before him. Small yet beautiful. “Failure! That road leads to failure!” He hesitates before the shining one before him. Terrible, cold, claws sink into him, pulling him back around. He sees the face of one. Fangs dripping venom, tongues split and fast flicking, faces no longer of those he remembered, but of some creatures pretending. “We made you! I made you and you will NOT LEAVE!” He reaches back towards the light, tears rolling down his cheeks as he knows he’ll never leave this place again. His hand reaching, hoping, praying simply, “Save me.” Blinding light fills his sight and the wailing of the creatures rises to the point of sheer terror. The old woods now fills with light and life. “This is as it should be.” says the small voice. This is the real world. Live here now for you are free.
