Tale of the Fallen
The tale of those tortured by Amshel's search for answers
First Tale: Diva – Life Within the Tower
The nameless girl stared dreamily out the window, her head resting on her arms upon the window sill. A bland, brown blanket was all that covered her nudity within her solitary prison. The blanket and the heavy, metal chains which decorated her wrists and ankles, locking her forever inside. The chains were just long enough to allow her to reach the window and watch the birds fly across the blue sky.
She did not know what life was like outside, nor where she came from, or why she lived inside a cage as she did now. She possessed no name or identity. No one knew her nor did she know anyone. All she knew were her endless days locked away within this stone tower, hidden among the ruins and forests of a land unbeknownst to her presence. It was as though she didn't exist at all, but there was no other life she knew of, so she did not know that this was a depressing, sullen fact.
But it was on clear, blue days like this when she loved to let loose. When she would bless the unknowing, unhearing world with her voice which sounded like that of a goddess. But was that not what she was? Although she did not know of it, this nameless girl was a Queen. She was one who possessed an innate power to create and control and this blessing of her was what allowed this. This power was a song and a voice which could belong to no human.
She took a deep breath and the first notes floated through the air. It was when she sang that she dreamed. That her imagination was freed from the restricting chains of this prison and she could imagine a life outside… a life of freedom... Just as she did now.
As she sang, for the first time, someone heard the morose notes. The girl halted her collecting of flowers to spin in a circle, searching for the source of the beautiful and surly melody which reached her ears. This girl was clueless as to how truly heartrending the song truly was. She was too foolish to know of the depression which tainted the singer's life throughout ever day and night of torturing isolation and possession.
But soon, that would all change and this nameless girl would be freed from her undeserved penance of purgatory locked within. Soon… this girl would be free and posses an identity. Soon, she would know what it was like to live outside the stone walls which had served as her penitentiary for all these years. And soon would she meet others like her who had lived through the years of isolation and experimentation and suffering… Soon would she no longer be alone…
