6 The Well (1/2)

There was only darkness. In the middle of all of it was a young woman. Her hair was long and straight, her skin was as white and beautiful as porcelain, and her figure was amazing. She was stunning until one saw her horrifying scars.

She turned and looked around. There was nothing beneath her feet but she could still walk.She walked and walked but the darkness was endless. Her empty lifeless eyes observed the never-ending darkness, which was calling out to her and haunting her. She could hear it's longing for her. It was like a million voices calling for her.

[Come. Come. Become our queen. You are the perfect shadow.]

The darkness mourned and yearned for her as if death had separated them.

Her emotionless voice echoed out saying, ”No I don't need the darkness I only need myself. I don't need the gods I only need my strength. I don't need mercy I only need my will. Ah. But… where is my will? Oh. That's right I almost forgot. It was destroyed. Hmm. What can replace my will? I guess that would be my caged heart.”

She smiled at the last phrase. It was perfect. It was she. She was broken. She was scarred. She was caged.

She was the dying heart.

The darkness was silenced. She was neither light nor darkness. She felt she was nothing but she didn't know that the darkness wanted her because she was something. She was unique, she was special, and she was dangerous.

She was a hidden gem that could fight against the odds and choose her own fate. The fact that she no longer cared made her all the more important it made her susceptible to take advantage of. She was vulnerable and weak but carried a strong soul. It allowed her to reincarnate with her memories. If they could have her, they could enter the world once again and spread more greed, more death, and more discrimination. However, she hated all of that. She never wanted to live again. She was fine in this darkness.

[Its all the same. The darkness here is at least more peaceful than when I was alive. Living is a torture, it is like hell and death is like heaven. I am lonely here but haven't I always been. Why should I live again?]

The darkness neared her to convince her but she rejected all its advances.

In the end, she could be nothing more than an empty corpse and thus it left convinced that what it thought was a gem was instead a rock.

It was right. She was a rock.

There was no time but she didn't care.

Eternity seemed simple enough.

However, in eternal darkness what can one do other than think. She started reminiscing about her past and no matter how much she tried to look, it would always start and end in despair. She cried even in death but instead of crystal, clear tears, what gushed out of her eyes was black dark substance that evaporated half way down her face.