Yesteryear. It began with a letter.
It starts with a letter. Somewhere.. someone writes on a piece of paper. Worn parchment that had seen better days a pen being guided with no hand.
Let it be known that I am no monster.. that I am no demon. That I am r e a l. Or at least I was. Please let it be known that my intentions were not to see someone suffer.. to see those I care for suffer. I’d only assumed that my own passing would bring people to understanding that differences must be set aside in order to achieve a better result. Not all think as I do, and I was a fool.
I died that day in my brother’s arms. I put him through so much pain and still he sought to allow me proper burial among my own kind. They took him from the world and sent him to oblivion.
He came back and I.. was long lost to the throws of the dark. I lost my name, my face, my body and all that made me ‘me’.
Experimentation at the cost of what..? The only beings i’d ever known to be ‘family.’ Now I sit here in the dark. Now I wait..”
The Page was originally signed with a name. It’s scratched out. The Page continues with a sentence. Charise Dreemur.
I saw him again.. saw the entire world again... Freedom and captivity.. over and over. What are you trying to prove..? Why do this over and over.. doing the same thing? Do you want him to suffer..? Why do you allow him to get so close then run...
Signed, The one who speaks when you call her name.
The page trails and becomes a vicious scrawl.
WANDERING. WHY ARE YOU STILL WANDERING. JUST DO IT ALREADY STOP TORMENTING HIM
- ???
The scrawl stops.
I shouldn’t have forced you... He’s gone again. The dark is trailing behind me and I can’t feel anything anymore. Not like I could.. but I could imagine. I can’t even do that anymore. Names and faces don’t mean anything anymore. It’s just dark.
She invited me to speak on the behalf of those who watch. Of those who listen. I.. feel like something is different now.
I suppose we will see...
Signed,
The Esteemed Guest.
