The owl would coo, and the night filled with sound and noice. The beasts and animals of the night let out their cry as the light of the moon dimmed by clouds that drifted by.
Even the men and women could be heard, the men and women of Haense and it’s surrounding farms and family holdings.
Yet among all this noise and voice, a woman felt quiet, she felt peace among all the voices, for all but A voice was there. All but the voice she’d heard and dreaded for so long, now it was gone?
Her feet carried the woman through the leaf ridden forest, whipped and pisked away by winds and cold and snow. The twigs had grown twisted in an attempt at catching as litle wind as possible.
”I never thought I would feel this again. This. . . quiet.”
The winds picked up once again and the blizzard forced her further into the forest.
”I can’t hear his name, am i free?”
Then the eerie silence came. Unlike what was once there, now even the animals had gone quiet and just the wind had taken their place.
”G-.. grr-..” she couldn’t say it anymore. The name once stuck in her head just slipped out of her mouth, it didn’t roll on the tongue.
She started walking again towards the high and tall walls of Markev, towards her home.
She looked about, around herself for she saw things. Dead animals, undoubtedly killed by cold and wind. Squirrels, birds they all laid there.
She hurried, scraping against twigs and stones until one unfortunate trip made her fall.
Down the short hill she rolled and tumbled until the bottom met her side and her head the frozen rock solid soil.
Her vision went black.
And she could no longer see.
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”Did you think i would let go so easily? Julie af Markev?”
”. . . N-no of course not,”
”Good, because i will always be
h e r e,”
A shiver went through her body, the twisted tongue was back inside her head and she heaved for her breath as her eyes shot wide open.
A loud scream was heard amongs the loud winds, and the moon once present had gone red. The skies were painted blood with the same colour and the below roared through the dead forest lands and clashed with the walls of Markev.
”I am never free, i will never be free,”
”He will always be here, I am never alone..”
She broke out into laughter as to her feet she rose. Slowly she began carrying herself towards it’s walls once more. The forest looked entirely different now.
”I see the truth once more, how foolish i was to think i was free? I see, but seeing hurts.. in here,” she grasped her own head with her hands.
”Can you not let me die? Or would that too be setting me free?”
The rambles went on through the night, and soon greeted by worrysome guards the maddened woman stumbled into Markev, starved, tired, lustful for silence.