[A Dream, A Nightmare, A Horror]

[Aftrballini 450]

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"Mother, will you come home soon? Father says he misses y o u . . . .


Pain shifted through then tore at her body. Her mind. Her Spirit. Split between the ending of it all.

Heaven did not want her.. She was far too tainted.
Hell did not have use for her.. She was already broken.

The Void would offer itself as everlasting rest. Free forever from her mortal binds.

As servant of its immense powers of creation.

Her hand did reach across the dark expanse she had known most of her life.
A place to hide. To learn. Away from it all...

Reaching for something. A n y t h i n g. . .

A noiseless scream left to echo.
' P l e a s e . . .'
 

The forever darkness melted upon itself.

Chains that did stretch across her as brush to a canvas dragged her further and further into its grasp.

There would be no escape.

 

She could see it then.

The faint glimmer in the distance.

Her son looked to a husband whose face was left to smile.

How ever did he always seem to be so happy? The woman could never understand it. 

Then another glimmer. Her husband sat peacefully for a death well-earned overlooking their homeland forests.

In the place so near they had met in battle and fallen together.
How could life have been so cruel. . .
 

She would lash to drag at the chains and break herself apart in the process.

Into pieces she was dragged deeper within.

Her memories left to fade. Shattered visions of her past and present. Names and faces she wore. Smiles, frowns, tears and it was all . . . . So. . . .

 

 

'W o r t h l e s s. . .'

'P i t i f u l. . .'

'P a t h e t i c. . .'
The darkness beckoned to her.

 

It's never-ending expanse crept around her as she struggled. A finger mere inches from freedom. A return to those moments.

Those memories. Freedom from it all. Relief.

'Finally. . . I will die. .'

Her husband fighting alongside their kin in the eternal battlefield. He would reach back to grab her hand, smiling,

knowing finally she had come to join him . . . 

But there was nothing more to grab. . .

 

Nothing. . .
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In the dark lingering patter of rain on a stormy night shore her body was left. Burnt. Battered. Broken.

She had crawled there maybe.. Been placed there perhaps..

Eyes that felt as if they were no longer hers opened to stare at a sky so unfamiliar. Was it. . . All. . .

A dream. . .

No. . .

A nightmare. . .
Her hand lofted to connect herself, as she always did, to a magic she had forever called her teacher. Her student. Her friend.

An escape. A way out. Power... To defend who she loved. 
But there would be no answer. . .
Again she tried. Reaching out to the beyond to grab!
And again. . . No answer. 

Even the Void would not accept her now.

She laughed. She cried. She cursed and bled. 
 

And then. . . She smiled. For what was left. . . 

A Horror.
Hilda... Aloisa.. Maria.. Amelia.. . . . . . . .

T h e  M o n s t e r
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