My world consisted only of darkness and distant murmurs.
It wasn’t always the case…
In this crystallized state, there is no such thing as death, only eternal life within eternal sleep. However, I remained somewhat aware of my surroundings.
...But has it really been a thousand years?
Even then, what difference does it make? We’re no longer considered human, just mere decorations. Are the others in the same state I am? Have their memories faded, unlike mine?
I was crystallized a thousand years ago along with several others, and it seemed like just yesterday, when we set off on our journey, when we discovered our true purpose.
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But I wanted to know, I had to know. Did I make the wrong decision? The six of us, my friends… Were we no longer considered real…?
“Mommy, are they real?” The voice of a little girl asked. “That angel is reaching for that taller one.”
I wish I could give them a smile, I wish I could see them but my eyes remained shut and my face frozen in a passive smile.
“Honey, don’t be silly, of course not! We should be grateful that they gave this fountain healing powers. But I have to admit, the details are amazing. It looks like they were people, turned into statues or something.” She paused. “You know honey, sometimes I wonder if they were real people, and if they were, why did they become crystals?”
‘Because we weren’t ready yet…’ I thought. ‘Our mentors didn’t exist during our time. This was the only way to remain immortal until we were ready. I trust the High Priestess,’ I wanted to reply, but with my mouth sealed shut, no one could hear me.
The six of us were separated many years ago but I had my dear friend with me. Our poses were natural. I know Jessica was reaching out for me and I could still feel her powers around me, our fingers laced together. Her wings were flared out and our mortal shells encased under a layer of indestructible crystal, a crystal even harder than diamond.
That’s all I care to remember, but one thing was for sure, our eyes, as tradition dictates, remained closed. The boys were so lucky to see... I wish I could. I miss them.
That time when we, or rather, my friends discovered their abilities, it was then that our lives spiraled out of control...
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