FINALE
Author's Note:
Dear Readers,
The last installment of this three-part saga of mine is finally published! For those who haven't read the sequel, it's complete already. It's Silent Reverie.
For those who've read Silent Reverie then go ahead and proceed to ENDLESS (originally planned to be called Black Silent Lilies).
All stories are on my profile. Check them out. =)
Please and thank you!
Much love,
Margaux
And now here's the prologue to ENDLESS.
Prologue
I dusted off as gingerly as I could the yellowed out dusty parchments that were hundred almost thousands of years old. It was amazing they survived that long. I believe that if a mortal's warm moist hands touch this, this would crumble. What amazed me more is that there was already a civilization as advanced as this before that they could make such detailed chronicles.
Here I was in the middle of the tower of history in foreign territory, zooming past hundreds and hundreds of parchments and maps with only the solace of the bright full moon. Candles or any light source in here would dry up the ancient papers.
I had to rely on my sharp vision and the moonlight, the only light source allowed. Daylight was out of the question. I was also alone. Minimal almost zero contact was needed for the preservation of the documents.
It's futile. I was ready to quit when I saw inserted in the bindings of an old book a tiny slip of paper that read:
"It has been spoken that he, a mortal that drinketh from the fountain of life shall be granted immortality,
Yet it has not been spoken nor has it not been not spoken that she, an immortal that drinketh from the fountain of life shall be granted mortality."
I flipped the back of the paper and started committing the codes and tiny map to memory. Then I breathed on the paper and it turned icy cold and I walked over near the door and dropped the ice slate and watched it shatter. I instantly wiped the melting ice before it hit any other paper.
And with a final fleeting look at the tower, I bowed my head and made my way out and closed my eyes.
No one can ever see that slip of paper ever again.