Um... I don't really know what I think of this one so feedback as always is welcomed with open arms.
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A Memory Lost
An age of stories has spanned from the darkness, the recesses of the human mind which twist and distort reality into a fictional truth. The beginning, character introduction.
My name is... What are names, labels to a being that it expected to grow to fit them, I am those that are who, the lessons I have learned, the loss I have suffered through. My story is old and tired but the words lay heavy on my mind, haunting like a pair of violet eyes that forever smile into my soul, before flickering out to join the void I myself created.
I remember the war, the battle cries which cawed around me like the charcoal crow collecting its souls. I remember the fire and blood, mixed in the same pallet to paint the world a fiery red. I remember the wings.
The wings that sliced through stars and sky as though they were the cold rush of air that kisses the permanent night. I remember flying, the world falling beneath iron feet, leaving fear on the damned planet as my wings and I fled reality for the fight that loomed above us, waiting for us to fill our pages with screams and our canvas with death.
I remember a person always at my heels, the figure that laughed and claimed my spirits before they slipped into the oblivion that beckoned for them. I remember the occasional flash of a silken rope that lassoed my heart, and garments of black that I was paled to.
The name, the name of the being, the figure of life I cannot remember. The cavern of time I cannot place. I have nothing but my stories in my chaotic mind, of violet eyes that clear the blood and screams, and the silence of the room I tell them to.
Age can take away that beyond the silence, age and wings that stole the soldiers mind. Duo ran his trembling fingers through his fading lovers hair. Tomorrow again he'll come and sit, sit by his half and listen to the stories, half mumbled from lips which once knew all. He waits for the day, sitting in the darkness holding hands that cannot feel him, waiting for the moment when the stories are true, when half of him is returned.
"Remember me"
*END*
(did anyone get what that was about? *sigh*)