I know I'm writing Memories at the moment but I've been reading the Percy Jackson series and Heroes of Olympus series and this kind of popped in to my head. So enjoy!
Chapter 1: Echoes
Darkness.
At first there was only darkness.
Just never-ending darkness.
Cruel, never-ending darkness.
Darkness that had echoes.
Echoes of screams.
Echoes of crying.
Echoes that never forgave.
That tortured for all eternity.
That, no matter how much the echoes screamed and cried, they would not allow awakening from the nightmare.
Echoes that reflected the past forever, the present constantly and the future rarely.
The echoes scarred body and mind.
Left burns that cannot be undone.
Burns that effect the path.
Manipulate the path.
The path that determines the beginning to the end.
The echoes now bounce on the walls of the path.
To stay put until the end.
When awakened from the nightmare, the path is unrecognisable.
It affects the beginning to the end.
Causing torture to body and mind.
As the echoes did.
Even if everything ends.
Cruel, never-ending, unforgiving darkness.