Soul's Requiem
Prologue
Darkness was all he could see around him. The smell of death and decay he had long since grown used to due to the fact that he lived with it daily. He longed for it; however, a being of greater strength kept such a thing from happening. He had no idea how he had gotten to such a desolate place nor did he remember anything of great significance. The only world he knew was that of the shadows dancing upon the wall, the harsh voice and the tortured screams that he would emit.
The one who he called 'master' had given him a name, but it felt so empty, so uncaring and cold like the very cell around his form. He had no idea if it was his real name or not, but at this point, any name would do better than being called a dirty monkey and sneered by the other shadowy figures.
The cell door opened in what felt like an eternity and he raised his head to see his master waltz into his domain. The light was painful to his light-sensitive eyes and he was forced to shut them in order to preserve eyesight.
"It's time to begin your training Dusk," the one he called master beckoned.
The chains that held his form against the wall slackened and he fell to the ground helpless as a child. He landed face first into the bile and defaced floor beneath him. Struggling to get on his hands and knees due to the weakened hunger in his gut, he soon found himself hauled to his feet by two pairs of arms that dragged him out of the darkness into the blinding light.
Dusk's regret was leaving the sanctuary of the darkness and once more being pulled into the putrid world that he had long since grown to detest when his eyes first fell upon it.
To Be Continued…