Terra laid awake that night reminiscing about her aunt, how she would always put her to sleep by playing with her long hair and humming, what was, her favorite song at the time.
"Oh how fast a mind can change people" Terra thought, sighing and getting out of bed only to be engulfed by the cold. She often stayed awake and wondered what it would be like to have a family again. What it would feel like to finally find peace, what it ment to let go and fall into the deep black abyss.
When Terra was young, around twenty, she asked her aunt what she thought about death and she told Terra that death scared her sometimes which Terra found understandable.
Terra never thought about death when she was younger, only when she saw the fate of those around her. The crumbling fate of humanity at the hands of those who proclaimed that they wished to help. At the hands of the light trying to illuminate the dark.
Terra never had friends of her choosing, maybe that's why she always saw people struggling? Yet even so when she saw those crumbling before her all she could do was watch as they came to their demise.
All she did was watch.
Watch herself from the mirror of hope that was staring into the face of pure and inevitable darkness wishing that she could stop it yet knowing she couldn't.
Terra would watch from afar as the children played with their friends and parents. She could see how happy they were and it made her wonder if she too was ever like that.
~flashback~
"Dear?" Her aunt called out to her, placing a hand on her shoulder indicating that it was time to head inside for supper.
"Death" The twenty year old woman simply said without any thought, she just spoke.
Her aunt looked at her as she slowly started to see the life drain from her once bright eyes. All her aunt could do was smile as best as she could.
"We should head inside dear" her aunt said in a sweet tone that would usually bring her back inside but not this time.
"Why me? Why can't I have friends too? Why am I so different than the rest?"
The woman asked with a straight face while staring at those other children playing at the park across her aunts house.
"Sometimes life is unfair" her aunt said which made the girl nod in understanding. She always thought that she would have a happy childhood not one where she would have to stay in the sidelines and watch life pass her by.
The twenty year old woman took one last look at the smiling faces of the children, flashing one of her own before turning away towards her aunts hand and taking it, walking back into the house.
From then on the woman knew why she couldn't have friends.
She already had one and it was the darkness of death itself. One so greedy that it never wanted to let her go. Yet it was so kind to her, it consoled her in her time of need and that is why she couldn't get rid of it, the pain.
Yet she knew that even if she wanted to get away, to be set free, she couldn't because death is inevitable.
~End of flashback~
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Pentagon
Fantasy*I changed the title!!!!* A world where the free are those who dictate and the prisoners are those who are living. The unseen evil protectors of the five countries who hold the world in their grasp. What happens when the once bright and hopeful yet...
