Demonic Wings
Prologue
She smiled at him, her pale face reminded him of someone… he couldn't quite figure. She walked towards him and spoke… or rather, her lips moved, for he couldn't hear her. The only thing he heard were the silent whispers that were all around him, and when he fixated his eyes, he thought he saw small figures, children… They whispered at him, the same three words over and over again, in the same monotone voice… And they spoke just as if they were one.
"Come with us."
At the same time the familiar girl was still talking, and she held half of some sort of glass ball. She looked at it, looked at him. She was trying to explain something, but all he heard were the ghostly voices that wanted him to come with them. He didn't understand. He didn't understand at all…
Suddenly he heard the girl's voice loud and clear.
"Please help me! You're the only one who can save me…"
It struck him, through his mind, his soul, and his heart. He had heard her say that before, he had heard her say that exact sentence to him… But still he didn't remember. He couldn't catch her name, and now her face started fading into a blur. The voices slowly seized to whisper, faded into the nothingness. The only thing he saw was that half of a glass ball…
It shone the brightest light he ever saw, but he felt he needed to get away from it as fast as he could. He stumbled upwards, trying to get on his feet, trying to run away, but as he tried he felt his right foot being drawn towards the light.
The girl appeared right in front of him, and looked at him. She looked sad, and he didn't know why… he had to know why! He saw a little glimmering in the corner of her eyes… She was going to cry..! He heard her silent, deeply sad sobs, her eyes providing a look into her soul, a river of tears streaming out of her wide open eyes. And there was no noise… not any sound at all.
He had to ease her. He had to make her stop crying, yet he didn't know why. He didn't know why he was here at all. He didn't know why he was drawn to the light. He didn't know why he recognised this girl…
He didn't know anything that he should know.
And at that moment, all went black. Black was the ceiling, black were the walls, and black was the floor. There wasn't even certainty there was anything like walls, ceilings or floors. He was all black himself.
He felt himself drifting along the river of black air and closed his non-existing black eyes…
It was over.
