Endure

by Scillea Menethil

When someone goes missing, theres always someone who notices. On this, a woman by the name is Willa Annabeth Moore, a lonely maiden who lives in the outskirts of a lowly populated city near the calapooya mountains, discovers that the towns gentleman scientist has gone missing. In her attempts to answer his disaperance, the answers may just be what she's dreading.

Endure (prologue/ backcover)

To survive means that at some point you'll make it out alive. To endure, is another statement all together. It means to last as long as you can, against the odds. To suffer and hope that it'll end at one point or another. Yeah, that's what this feels like right now. Enduring. But my hope, my faith has always been, half hearted. I'd locked myself away in thoughts of science and technology holding answers that abated many, if not all of humanity.

Now though… now I have nothing left to turn to. Which is most likely why he's here, staring down at me like an insect or small puppy needing attention. I hate it, but there is nothing left for me to do.

"Here we are again, Percival. But it seems, this time, your mind cannot fix the problem. Then again, has it ever solved anything? What was the mantra you use to chant all the time? Ah yes, I remember. 'It'll work this time, I know it. It has to, it just has to.'" He mocks, lips curling into a wild grin.

"Just…" I start, my voice failing me in exhaustion. "Just cut the crap Maxwell. What do I have to do this time? I am willing to settle on anything just this once. I did not mean for this to happen, I have to fix this. I owe her this." The words flutter out of me, softly spoken but heard. I always laughed at those who begged, funny how things turn so swiftly.

"Well, well, well. Have we actually learned humility my young scientist? The pain of mortality? Well let me tell you something sport." Maxwell leans down toward me, and whispers his answer into my ears:

"No."