This is really just a drabble; I'm in one of my horror moods. Again. I'm also in the middle of writing the next chapter for Ruby Red and Brilliant Blue. BitterSweet Symphony's is on Hiatus, and for that I am very sorry. I'm trying to regain the inspiration back for that, as I'm terrible at romance.
I want to attempt on a story of how the village started. It doesn't have exact origins so I'm going out on a limb here.
Introduction
This tranquility was never to last for long. The peace, as a lot of things are, was simply meant to end. Nothing was eternal, not in this village. You were lucky if you were not a twin. Even if you aren't, you share burdens. You can hear them sometimes.
Their screams.
Their terror.
Their nightmares.
And all you can do is just stay here listening. You watch, desensitized to the likes of such a cruel fate. A fate that, if you do not abide by, will have unfortunate consequences. The gates will be pushed aside and nightmares come to life. Do not speak of it. Do not write it. Do not even think of it, lest it come and consume this place.
It is law here. And, though I am still learning, I already know I do not want to know more.
I can't deny this fate for long.
Yet I can't accept it.
Sadly, I am the elder twin. Even if I don't want to do such things, I will eventually have too.
I can only smile and bear the grin as he connects us with a crimson red sash.
I can only smile when my sister takes my hand.
I can only smile when we are lead into the depths of Hell.
