Silver Whispers - Prologue
The earth burned. Great clouds of smoke billowed upwards from the streets of one of our once great cities. I'm not sure now which it is, so scarred and ravaged that even its inhabitance wouldn't know it if they stood where I stand. With its remains sprawling out beneath me like a great ugly map.
besides, I had seen so many fallen cities in the last few days...they all looked the same to me now.
The thick blackness didn't even have the decency to hinder my view, not even for a moment. I suspect this is my noble husbands doing. Watching the mortal world burn was just another gift to his lovely mortal bride.
He had promised the people would sing for me, that I would be a beacon for them, a Goddess. yes, a goddess of death...a beacon towards which they would send their anger and hatred-filled cries as they watch their children starve.
And the whole world cries. It is the song that plays when i lay down to sleep, or wake in the morning and to the man...the monster...who comes to me in the darkness to play husband and wife it is the sweetest of sounds, the most exquisite of symphonies.
I listen. I watch. I play.
what else can I do, thous who would avenge this world are lost, my 'false' god bound and it is my complacency that keeps their lungs filling with air, their hearts beating.
And so I play every night, close my eyes and pretend its him.
And so I watch every day, eyes trained towards the horizon.
And so I listen every moment, filling my soul with the sound and try desperately to stay human.
Hello! its been a while since i've written anything so sorry if im rusty. Tell me what you think? Should i keep writing in 1st person or should i switch to 3rd? should i stop writing right now and scrap the whole thing? reviews are love!