Prologue

Prologue
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"Let go of me!" No matter how hard she screamed, her distressed cries would not relieve her. She would be dead the very next morning. No one would care, either. She bellowed at the very top of her lungs."No! You cannot do this to me! I am innocent!" Her pale face was plastered in tears. Those tears flowed down her face, and seeped into the deep gashes engraved into her pasty skin. It burned. Her flaxen hair was covered in dirt and dried blood. They kept dragging her up the dark, stone stairway. She stared up at the man on her right. His grip on her arm, she knew it could not be loosened. Though that did not stop her from trying. She opened her mouth as extensive as she could. She bit down so hard, that she could taste his warm blood slither down her throat. The man lifted his heavy arm and threw her off of him. Her body hit the hard wall and she fell to the ground."You shall all pay! Cannot you see my innocence?" Why did she even bother? No one would help her. She had nobody. She needed still to try. She just had to escape! She could not stay and await her execution. Something had to be done. Trying to get free, she dug her nails into the stone wall. She dug them in, so hard, that fresh blood from her fingers trickled down her limb.

If you would be so kind, let me interrupt this story for a brief moment. Have you ever been so alone? So alone, that you had absolutely no one to confide in? Imagine that there was no one at all who found you halfway decent. Imagine that you were frowned upon by every single creature. You would most certainly feel unbearably alone. Being alone doesn't mean that no one is near you. There could be two million, fifty five hundred and one people around you, and you could still very well feel alone. The world, "alone" is not something that you can see. It is an emotion. An emotion buried deep inside somebody, or something. That emotion makes you so desperate, that you could very well do anything to keep from staying alone. I can almost guarantee that you have heard of, and know the meaning to, the word solitary. That word does not have the same meaning as the world alone. People that are solitary, they choose to be so. People do not choose to be alone. If they do, then they have absolutely no idea what alone is.She would not be hanged! No matter how death came to her, she would not die in vain. That had been decided from the very start. Yes, it was true what they had said about her. She was anything but innocent. She was so very guilty. It did not matter. Nothing mattered. She knew that she could not escape. She would remain in this evil tower until destiny had its way with her. She hated it, how she seemed so weak. How she could not be free. She hated how vulnerable she must seem to them. She hated how she was their marionette. Twist her arm and she would cry out in pain. Pull her hair, tears would unwillingly slide down her cheeks. She's real. She hated it how they pretended that she wasn't. If they plunged a knife into her heart, she would bleed. She would die.

"We shall see you tomorrow. Do not try anything. Not a thing will be of use." The guards voice seemed so gentle. It seemed as though he were to sing a lullaby. She growled at him menacingly."He will punish you! Beware! I have warmed you! You will suffer!"He slammed the door shut behind him. She listened intensively as the chains on the lock clattered. She kept silent, and awaited them to leave. Their footsteps got further away, and finally, the door leading outside was shut, once again. She heard the trapped sound of more chains. Did they not trust her? Ha! Of course not! After what she did last time? No. She would not dare trust herself either. She watched them walk away.What was that? They were laughing! OH the nerve of them! They had just shut her up in a tower that she could never escape, and then they laugh about the whole event! She burst into tears and cries of agony.I am truly and sincerely sorry for this inconvenience. It must be frustrating to be interrupted when your head is wound up so tightly in what is happening in this story. You will thank me in the end, though. These interruptions are a necessity. Without them, you would be completely lost. To understand, you must feel. I am helping you feel.When you were nothing but a tiny lump of a child, a baby, you would cry when you wanted something. I can assure you, that when you would wail, your parents would certainly not ignore you. They would cradle you in their arms, and get you what you wanted. When you were a little toddler, you would get "boo-boo's" and "owies". You would be running merrily around, chasing a butterfly perhaps, or kicking a ball. Then, you would come upon a rock. A rather large rock. And over that rock you would fall. You would run to your mommy or daddy, and show them the blood that was running down your scraped leg. They would get you a band-aid, and kiss your owie to make it all better. Do you remember? I am positive that you do. And there was that other time when you stupidly ran into the wall and stubbed your big toe. You yelled out in pain. So, someone came and asked if you could wiggle it, to see if it was broken. Then they would lay you down on the sofa, and give you ice-cream. You see, you always have someone that is willing to help you. When you are crying for someone, you know that you will be heard. Can you envisage yourself shrieking out hopeless phrases, knowing that no one would ever hear you? Knowing that whatever you cried out, no one would bother to even try and save you?"No! Please! Get me out of here! You are monsters! I'm a person! As much of a person as you are! You can't do this to me!"She kept crying out useless words of frustration for hours. Why she did it? I do not know. She had to have understood that no one was coming. She knew that, but it did not matter. No one would free her. They were the reason that she was where she was. They were the reason that she was not able to finish what she had begun. They will very soon be the death of her.
When she could no longer utter a sound from her mouth, when her throat was throbbing and burning, she held her legs up to her chest and buried her face into her knees. Swaying from side to side, she remained in her corner. Above her were cobwebs, and below her, a thick carpet of dust lay. Completely isolated. As she cried, she also thought. Is this the end? Is this what I have been living for? Those thoughts did not help her much. In fact, thinking only made everything worse. That is, until she stumbled upon one very clever thought. She wondered why she hadn't noticed it before. She had gazed beyond it so many times. There was a window. A very large window. Its stained glass surface was so beautiful, that for a brief second, she could barely breathe. Everything had gone silent. Everything had been stilled. Even the wind through the trees had been hushed. The whole earth had turned soundless.It sat on the north side of the room. She floated over to it. Gazing down, she knew she could not jump and survive. She stepped back again. In the window, was a brilliant picture. A picture that was so depressing, her heart sank. She could not look away. It was calling her. There was a tree. A grey tree. It was bare. There was nothing on this tree. Although, there was blood. Yes, the tree was bleeding. Not one leaf still clung to its branches. The grass was not green, and the sky was dark. It appeared as though the whole picture was sobbing. The whole window had the look of death. The ghostly image would be painted in her mind forever.She stood there, only staring at the window, for, what seemed like, forever. Why couldn't she turn away? It was speaking to her. Whispering her name to come closer. To stay. What exactly was so fascinating about it? To what was she so intrigued? What was so mysterious about this overwhelming thought of gloom she was experiencing?That was when this very brilliant thought came to her. She would wait until the dead of night. What was in her mind, would become reality.She awoke just in time. The moon was high above her now, and the sky was in almost complete darkness. The stars gave off just enough light so that she could carry out what needed to be done. You see, she thought that she would leave people wondering. What would happen if she disappeared? The next morning, the guards would come up the staircase, and only an empty room would await them. The window would not show any breakage, and her body would not be found. She would be united with Him. Oh, how proud He would be! She could only dream of finding Him, until now. Nobody really knew where He was. It was said that once in a while, someone would come upon His bird-of-yellow. It was also said that they would find themselves in the presence of His cat-of-black. After their encounters, they would find themselves severely ill, and striding towards death. But they were not followers. They were not committed. She was. When they meet, he could teach her such things! Wonderful things! That is, wonderfully horrible things. She would never dare of being as powerful and He. There would be grave consequences for that. But if only she could be a portion of what he was, she would be completely more than satisfied."It will be a beautiful thing, when the relentless servant, and immortal master are united."Now, I must ask you, if you were as alone as you were imagining before, wouldn't it be nice to have a friend? You would probably do anything to have a friend, and I not right? Would not you be desperate? To have a friend, you may share your lunch with the person bound to be that friend. Or, perhaps offer to complete on simple task for them. But, could you ever imagine exchanging your very soul, and handing over your life for a friendship?She knelt down on her knees, and looked up at the sky. Her arms were extended out in from of her, and everything was eerily hushed."Deep in the dead of night,My destiny's fulfilled.Darkness will exceed my eyes,The night will remain still.No trace of me you'll ever find,For they will never knowWhy my body's not in sight,Or where I happened to go.I shall die and not return.I shall not feel any pain.Everything will turn to black.I will not die in vain."With her spell, she glided her fingers down the dusty middle of the window in front of her. Slowly, She stepped forward."So mote it be." With those powerful words, she closed her eyes, and gracefully fell through the window.