The first day.
It was a beautiful day. Sunny and bright, a soft breeze billowing lazily across the field, and not a cloud in the sky. We were strangers, yet united by the voice that whispered to each of us. The scream in the place that there is no sound, the voice that can only be heard in the depths of the deepest silence. I listened to her, the beauty of fate’s voice tinged with a lingering sweetness that most people would die for. Slowly, I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath.
And then it happened.
And then it happened.
Still in our stances, we stood silent across the field, a formality that we knew was driven by the unknown, an uneasy ritual that our bodies were forced into partaking of, like chess pieces, still on the board. We were in the midst of our enemies, only we didn’t know what made them enemies. They looked like us, yet weren’t the same. Nobody showed any sign of emotion, not even a blink. I couldn’t figure out what we were doing in this place that time forgot, but knew that this would be the last time that we would be gathered here. From here on, the formalities would cease, and we would chase our destinies.
This was the beginning of our end.
-Originally posted Wednesday, March 18, 2009
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