The Sound of Silence
Prologue
"The peaceful night was nothing more than an echoing display of the darkness that lurked within the woman's soul. The deep hate and rage, the empty loneliness, and the everlasting knowledge of never truly finding happiness and sanctuary in this dark and empty abyss that was called Hell. She was but a lost and confused, complicated soul, searching out through the darkness, trying to find the light that will guide her. But just like thief in the night, her heart had been stolen completely from her, and there was no heart to guide. She prayed heavily to the Gods to take her back, to take her home…but would a lost soul be worthy to be accepted back home?"
A young woman sat upon a lonely bench in the park, her long ravenous hair framing her pale and white face, while her dark, empty silver eyes gazed helplessly across the pathway to the dark and tall trees from her. The sky above was a dark, sorrowful shade of gray, the clouds thick and showing an omniscient sign of approaching rain. The woman sat, holding her dark book bag to her chest, and held on to it for almost dear life. Her white fingers clutched the corners of the bag tightly, and in only a brief moment could she feel the cold wind against her face, the echoing presence of the spirits of nature surround and comfort her. Perhaps what made this moment so peaceful and tranquil was the park was entirely empty, lay less a few joggers that passed by where she sat in the early morning, but now it was not morning, but quite late afternoon, and no souls have been shown to wander here. The woman felt a ghastly presence deep inside her, and she threw her head back, silver, mournful eyes closed, and from her mouth spoke gentle words of pain and agony.
"In the darkness of the wandering soul lies a creature with un-foretold powers and strength, a beast which lurks in the darkness, unable to find the light to free it. Only the power of the golden light can set free such a strong and uncontrollable beast, yet the golden light shall never shine through the dark and empty wonders of the abyss. Locked away tightly in this prison of dark inferno, the creature paces wildly, provoked of any hopes to be unleashed. Less the creature does set free, it will unlock the inferno abyss into the world, a place that many have called Hell…."
The woman sighed, and her body relaxed to its content, allowing her head to fall back to its original position of staring blankly at the trees across the way. Her eyes held within them an empty gaze, lost, and sorrowful, but the sorrow was merely an illusion to the woman's mind that she had seen and felt through her forgotten past. A gentle wind touched her white hand, yet at the comforting touch, she pulled away, and stood up from the bench, preparing to walk away. Was it something inside that told her to walk away? Was it her own personal instincts, a force deep inside her telling her that here now was not safe? She was unsure, but she knew she had to listen, and follow the words of those that were spoken to her. She walked away from the bench, down the path that led through the trees and wilderness of the park, guiding her through the dark shadows of the area. It was like the path had always been there, always deep inside her, guiding her away from the shadows and the darkness, where the nightmares of her past lurked.
Nightmares. Each night, they were all that seemed to welcome her in her sleep. Horrible, devastating images of being alone, being helpless, and vulnerable in a bloody banquet where the shadows danced elegantly across the walls, streams of crimson decorating the walls in a room of only an empty abyss. Nightmares, but every once in a while, she had a pleasant dream, a complicated dream, and a dream of pure question and mysterious motives. One dream always made her feel safe, though, a dream that she thought she never would be able to understand. A dream of where only the presence of strange man came to her side, taking her wrist only gently, and dragging her away into the golden sunlight, out of the shadows and darkness of her own soul.
"This woman's soul is so dark…surely the evil inside her must be great!"
"Please! I'm not evil, I swear!"
"Then perhaps you would like to explain why your soul is nothing more than a great and dark abyss?"
"Um…."
The woman groaned, touching her head only slightly as the dreams from the previous nights seem to be getting greater and greater, drawing from fantasy of her subconscious, and drawing into her conscious mind of reality. The greatness of her dreams and nightmares was far too great to truly comprehend and understand, but it wasn't the nightmares that worried her so much during the day. It was more of a fact she knew these nightmares, she knew they have happened before, and to suddenly know and understand herself from a different view, a different point of view than her own, was something she could not take. Was she going insane? Perhaps so, but the mental mind and state of one could never truly be given a label of insanity or sanity, as to truth be known, what one thought was truly remarkable was common and known to another. Insanity didn't exist in this dark world for people who always hold within them that dark knowledge of sin and lust. Insanity…it was just a word to state how one can differ from another. But how can one with the same mental state as another be labeled insane and the other be not?
The woman sighed and continued to walk through the park, her silver eyes watching the sky for chance of rain. Oh, how the rain comforted her, how it relaxed and synthesized with her scarred and maimed body. How the events of the past just seem to wash away in a simple teardrop of the angels and Gods above. A small, light water trickled down from the dark gray clouds, and fell onto the woman's face, landing just beneath her eye, and then falling down her face, like a tear of pain and sorrow. But at that one touch…the simple touch and contact of the rain seemed to wash away the woman's sorrowful gaze, and instead replaced it by a somewhat happy and contented stare. The dreams were merely fantasies and images of a time she wish and would someday forget, or perhaps of a time she wish would happen. As a child, she remembered hearing of fantasies and fables that she remembered always wishing would happen to her, but as a woman, now, those dreams and wishes only seem like a distant memory that she vaguely remembered now.
After brushing away the raindrops, the woman continued down the pathway, and into the dark shadows of the trees that led to the city. However, the shadows grew thicker, and as she disappeared, the rain fell harder, and encaged the park in a deep prison of sorrow and wonderful pain that was only brought on by the presence of a sorrowful soul….