"Goodbye is such a common phrase anymore, said too much, heard too much. It's an ugly word that leads to an ugly end. Like a void, sucking in all happiness into its endless dark. When juxtaposed with all of the tears and the cries of agony, it becomes nothing more than a demon, reaching out his hands to drag you down into hell." Alois Trancy thought as he peered through the endless darkness. Feeling the vibrations, a sign that there wassomething else here, he squirmed and twisted, only to be held back by the web-like threads that bound him. A large spider slowly came into view, silently crawling up the web. As he saw the many eyes, he also saw the malice in them. When the spider bit down, he tried opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out. The last thing he saw was the dark gleam of the spider's sharp pincers.
A youngAlois ran his hand along the dark, thick wood of an oak tree, just out the clearing where he and his brother always play. Giggling as he picked up a bluebell and put it in Luca's hair, he plopped down on the dazzling grass. Motioning for his brother to come sit near him. As the sun gleamed off the early dew drops on the grass, he smiled. 'Nothing else can be more beautiful in the world.' Alois thought to himself. As he found himself beginning to dose off, he lay his head down on the soft grass.
"Brother. Brother! Wake up. Do you hear it too?" Luca shook his brother awake. Alois rubbed the weariness from his eyes and stood up, shocked. There was a lovely voice, singing a lovely song. (It sounded like a young woman.) The sound soothed Alois' ears and reached deep into his soul. "Isn't It lovely, brother?" Luca hugged his brother's waist and looked up at Alois. "Do you want to get closer? Maybe we can see who is singing, brother!" Luca smiled at his big brother. Alois took Luca's hand and they began to walk towards where the sing-song voice was coming from.
"The full moon slightly chipped
That's so me
So please
Save me and hold me tight
Just make me all right
Under the dark clouds
Wingless swans in my soul
From the fortress a pessimist"
As they got closer, the words became clearer, and sadder. Peeking from behind a large tree, the two children gasped in surprise. Sitting on the side of a babbling river, was a lovely young woman, very beautiful and surreal. A painting frozen in time. As the two crept closer, they saw more of her lovely features. She had long, silky, snow white hair, and in it two dark violet roses, frail compared to her elegance. Turning swiftly towards the curious children, she spoke.