Echo?

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With a task given to her complete, Salt and Chalk were taken to the ground, curiosity got the better of her, that need to see more, that which lies out in the bounds of creation..

 

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Fabul | The Narrator’s Story | Literature

 

There was darkness before Laerdya as she was suspended in limbo.

 

A voice spoke, and each time a voice rang out through Laerdya’s ear, the voice was different though it always remained in monotone.  

 

“Laerdya has arrived in a strange place, suspended in a place between the realms.”

Laerdya was confused at first, part of her wonder if some of her kindred were attempting to trick her for some reason, or perhaps..

 

“Laerdya was struck with bewilderment upon what she was hearing, though soon enough.. She’d find herself in another place.”

 

And as the voice spoke, that was what occurred..

 

“Laerdya’s form was thrown through this limbo, until she found her feet upon the ground, a rushing of colors filled her vision. Before bitter chill set in her form, she was now atop a mountain.”

“She decides to push forth..”
 

She held her arms closed to tightly cling her robe to her form for warmth…

 

The snow buckled under her weight

Crunch, Crunch, Crunch

 

“Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.” 

“The snow is crumbling under her feet as she pushes forward.”

 

It was grating, humiliating, as she battled the harsh weather, the exhaustion that left a burning sensation in legs and lungs.  

 

“She felt humiliated in this situation, as she carried on with her trek despite the conditions she found herself in.”

 

“SHUT UP!”

Both Laerdya and the Narrator voices’ rung out in unison. Her voice filled with rage, but the Narrator remained in the monologue.

 

She fell silent.. Her feet carry her form in the bitter winds that blow.” 

 

“She spent hours walking through this treacherous climb, before finding a cave that provided her some shelter from the chilling winds that weave around the mountain, a pool was tucked in the corner.”

 

“Her reflection stared back, she could see how exhausted she was, with those dark bags under her eyes. She worried her thoughts would be repeated back to her, before she let out a sigh.

“How wonderfully mad. She thought.”

“The reflection would change, shimmering over it, causing Laerdya to shuffle back in fear, unsure what was to come, though it was not what she expected.”

 

“With the Pool’s surface changed, old memories visible in that reflection, twisted, a blessing she’d granted to another re-shown, with her as recipient of the brutality that she’d unleashed.”

 

“She simply stared, trying to suppress her thoughts, in a vain attempt. Her thoughts clouded by the voices she heard, wondering who or what they were, did they judge her, was this a task? She’d ask herself.”

 

“However, The Cave began to extend, and thus she’d step through to go deeper into this place..”

“The tunnel changes as she walks through, to different places, warm sands below her feet now, then rolling greens of foothills..” 

 

After spending countless hours within this strange Realm, everything she did, repeated, her thoughts, repeated, every sensation, repeated. Each time a different voice speaks, monotone.

Laerdya was brought back to a broken fragment of her Library, a copy, where her Charm lay, as she sat down to send herself back, those voices speaking one final time.. 

 

“And so Laerdya returned to a place more familiar to her, as she’d dwell upon all that had happened to her.”

 

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And she was back in the confines of the Material Plane..

 

She couldn’t help but think how maddening the situation was, everything repeated back to her as if a book was being read. It felt like an invasion of privacy, though those words were ill fitted to describe what she truly felt. It reinforced her belief that all things are predetermined but it left her with a lingering question..

 

Is the Voices still talking?