Chapter 1: Again
Various young boys and girls between 5 and 3 years of age, quietly sat in a large hall, the hall was brightly illuminated with a bright light, completely revealing the pale stone walls, the large circle drawn on the ground. A stained glass window embedded in the ceiling lightly coloured the rooms confinement.
Suddenly, a childish voice screamed and wailed, vibrating the halls and breaking the silence like shattered glass. The surrounding boys and girls were scared silly, and saw a girl wailing and wrenching on the ground with frightened expressions.
A flood
That was all it could be described like. What flooded her at the moment, she did not know, only that it was painful, so severely painful. Her mind was about to burst from the her yet to develop body part, her mind, chest, heart, stomach, it simply hurt. Like something was at her throat, killing to be free. But most of all, was the turmoil that she was forced her to live through. She could see everything, yet she saw nothing, the bright light that gave her vision had undoubtedly reflected upon her eyes, the chamber she was in, was definitely well lit, but her unstationary pupil contracted and expanded continuously, quivering its angle from one scenario to another, each moment Her eyes had reflected different things, one moment it's so bright it's blinding, then it was so dark that she might as well be. Her vision distorted under pain, all sorts of pain.
Liquid seeped through the rims of her eyelids, thoroughly drowning the girl in her own tears and choking on her own saliva. Her grappling hands clawed around the stone ground, as if trying to find firmness amongst her own spinning world.
The heart wrenching scream didn't stop, only that the sound trembled and husked, the poor girl holding onto her head, not even realising the pain scraping inside her throat.
"Little Silva! What happened!? Silva! Damn it! Kyle! Quick! Call the healer! Hurry!"
"Ye- yes!"
"Silva! Can you hear me? Silva!"
Yet, No matter how many times she was called, the girl could only scream in her torture.
It was simply a nightmare, a nightmare where no matter who called to wake her up, or how much fright she was going through, she still had to see through to the end of the torturous dream.
The girl kept screaming for an hour, before fainting on the spot.
The healer quickly arrived after the boy went to seek some help. However the healer was unable to stop the girls screams.
The cause, reason and treatment, she could find no answers, the only thing she could do was forcibly disperse some painkilling medicine into the young girl as gas to lessen her pain, but the scream never lessened. The healer could only hope that the medicine had worked to some degree, no matter how meagre.
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It hurts, it's painful.
The girl had felt
It's warm... And comfortable.
The girl felt at the end.
When both emotions entwined, an explicable sense of sadness seem to fulfil her.
Brimming her heart like the quivering liquid was about to seep. Yet she delicately forced it to stay on that fragile balance, never letting it overflow the rim.
Her eyes peeled through her eye lids, wavering beneath her fluttering lashes.
It was dark, yet luminous. In a rural room that seemed to be submerged in a dark dark blue of the night, the large, wide open window that was carved next to her.
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Onto the wall she slept against. The smell of fresh green grass, wifted refreshingly with her breath. The light buzzing of insects, occasionally breezes of a Summer night.
And the illuminating moon, entwining with the darkness and forming a haven for those inbetween.
Her grey eyes flickered like a soft flame, almost like she absorbed the moonlight, her iris turned silver upon reflection.
It was summer. This room, it was a familiar... Yet unfamiliar at the same time.
She felt her damp sweat cooling on her neck and back, the cooling touch wasn't bad for summer, but she still quivered slightly.
The pain left her, but her head was so hazy and heavy, that tiredness simply submerged her.
Beside her, was a young boy, older than her 3 year old self. Around 8 years.
He slumbered on a chair right beside her wooden bed, breathing softly as his fox amber hair swayed along the night breeze.
Looking down she saw another boy, his features the exact same, under the dim light, the frame of a wooden chair was vaguely peering through. But the boy laid on the floor, perhaps he had fallen off.
It was quiet, with only the sounds of crickets and light breaths accompanying her, she felt a different kind of warmth from these two boys.
She breathed, and peeled her fatigued torso away from the thin bed, her side figure was both illuminated by moonlight and silhouetted on another.
Perhaps sensing her clumsy movement, the seated boy stirred from his slumber, and eyes opened in a daze. Amber eyes lightly reflected the white moonlight, upon the surface of his lenses was a small figure glowingly illuminated by the same light. A childish figure, but down turned eyes seem to flicker with sadness.
"Silva?" His voice softly and shortly questioned.
The young girl opened her mouth, but felt a blockage in her throat, then she realised... She was mute. Despite talking well before, she was now totally mute.
"Silva, your finally awake! How do you feel? Does it still hurt? Ugh! Hak! Why are you on the floor?"
The boy suddenly became flustered and spewed out words after another.
Upon his call, the other boy, Hak, also promptly parted from dreamland in a daze.
"Refr....? What is...!! Little Silv! You're awake!"
He mumbled, before startlingly leaped to the girls side.
Twin boys, short fox red hair, and mischievous looks, now had expressions of worry plastered on their faces, the girl clearly saw their bright reflections against her grey gaze. An endearing image, a precious moment. For the first time, she felt so dearly blessed.
"Silv?! Why are you crying? Does it hurt or something?" Hak was startled, he neared the little girl and flailed slightly.
She tried to smile at the boys, but it was distorted, her lips quivered as it raised, but was pushed down from the wrights of agony.
Not knowing what to do, she held onto Haks sleeve, grabbing on with both hands, she lowered her head and cried silently. There was no sound at all, but the air... had surely quivered in conveyance.
In the darkness of night, warmth of the season and light of the moon, she didn't begin anew, she didn't continue her past. But entwined onto a forking path.
"Little silv..." One of the boys lightly murmured, they didn't know why she cried, but they softly embraced her as she wept. Protecting her in weakness.