Candles
The tug of a mind on the edge of thought. Just there. Not strong, a nagging presence like a splinter or stone, more irritating in the knowledge of it than any true discomfort. That's how it started.
Later it became stronger, after those lessons; the insistent pull on your thoughts by that other mind.
At first it was always at night, when your mind went dark and surcummed to the pull like the tides to the moon, pulling you away from the safe waters of your dreams to the depths of the night.
You knew what it was, yet unlike those monsters you feared as a child, it did not go away once you understood. You felt the dragging sensation grow stronger as months progressed, like a candleflame caught in a breeze, sparks flying out to die in the empty nothingness.
Thoughts dragged out of your mind to vanish, the crouching predator on the edge of knowing grew bolder. The darkness nestled by your mind patiently, waiting for the sparks to go out.
It was always there now, dragging impatiently, the breeze turned into a gale. Although you were strong it always won, the sheer power of it robbing you. Every time, just a little more.
You understand one thing now.
You know now what they spoke of when you were told that you must destroy another or be killed yourself. You know now that the pull within your mind will not cease until you kill the one behind the dark.
Because you know that if you do not, your mind will be blown out forever in the Dark breath, candle ebbing down and snuffing out. Streamers of smoke in the empty air.
I don't own anything.
The tug of a mind on the edge of thought. Just there. Not strong, a nagging presence like a splinter or stone, more irritating in the knowledge of it than any true discomfort. That's how it started.
Later it became stronger, after those lessons; the insistent pull on your thoughts by that other mind.
At first it was always at night, when your mind went dark and surcummed to the pull like the tides to the moon, pulling you away from the safe waters of your dreams to the depths of the night.
You knew what it was, yet unlike those monsters you feared as a child, it did not go away once you understood. You felt the dragging sensation grow stronger as months progressed, like a candleflame caught in a breeze, sparks flying out to die in the empty nothingness.
Thoughts dragged out of your mind to vanish, the crouching predator on the edge of knowing grew bolder. The darkness nestled by your mind patiently, waiting for the sparks to go out.
It was always there now, dragging impatiently, the breeze turned into a gale. Although you were strong it always won, the sheer power of it robbing you. Every time, just a little more.
You understand one thing now.
You know now what they spoke of when you were told that you must destroy another or be killed yourself. You know now that the pull within your mind will not cease until you kill the one behind the dark.
Because you know that if you do not, your mind will be blown out forever in the Dark breath, candle ebbing down and snuffing out. Streamers of smoke in the empty air.
I don't own anything.