George never misses.

Song of the Past Prevent the Present

There's a certain song that plays every time someone breathes. Whether they know of the song or not, it doesn't matter. It kills them eventually. So they never try and hear the sweet, haunting melody that seeps into their pores and oozes into their very soul. It fills the gaps in their being and holds together the very cells that make them up.

The song sings of lust, greed, sorrow, envy, happiness, and the wide spectrum of emotional waves a person floats upon. Gently bobbing up and down and up and down. Over and over until the end of time.

All songs are reused.

All songs are beautiful.

All songs are important.

One song was manufactured.

One song was discordant.

One song was forgotten.

"You float upon the swirling dark.

Darker than the moonlark's mark.

A swirling abyss' maw opens wide.

Do not hesitate for else you hide.

Run from the one who's song this is.

The cacophony of noise warns of him.

A clock chimes with news of his arrival."

A bit of backstory is always a good place to start. As you've most likely gathered this chapter is starting in 2nd person. Whether or not this was intentional has yet to be seen. I do hope you enjoy this, not much time is left for me to write their story. The clock ticks down as the end draws nearer.

We might as well start at the beginning. A world ends and a world begins. A breath is lost, a new one emerges. The Phoenix dies and from its ashes another arises.

However the world started was the first event in history. Something had to be there before we were there. Someone had to be there to cultivate humanity.

They called the first many names. Gaia, Earth, Kronos, Ancient Ape, God and more.

Soon after language was created there was a name for the first or, their ruler.

The potentate.

Where this almighty potentate came from, no one knew. As far back as anyone could remember a potentate had always been there.

Caring.

Watching.

Nurturing.

Calculating.

A being no one saw, only through a concrete partition were they allowed to even hear its mellifluous voice. Those who did manage the honor of hearing it left with tales of the song like articulation.

A wondrous sound! They claimed, enough to warrant the grace of a million moons dancing across the sky. Galaxys' worth of knowledge resides in strong vowels and rounded consonants. Lilting tones caressed the ear, while cleverly crafted words came to rest easy on the mind. Simple to forget one was talking to the closest thing to a God they knew. Instead it felt like talking to an old friend, someone who knew them so well it was like they had known the potentate since before birth.

Or perhaps the potentate had known them before their birth.

Potato, po-tah-to.

Tomato, to-mah-to.

Irrelevant when closely examined and gives away under any scrutinization.

Why is that?

It's simply impossible for the potentate to know someone before they were born. That's not how it works.

But it does.

And no questions are asked. No queries about the intricacies of this life made. Docile and willing to be herded not unlike sheep.

Fully content to let the Shepherd and their dog lead them anywhere they would like. Even submissive enough to be driven off a cliff to their inevitable demise.

(~)

"You've wandered too far, traveler. Curiosity is the curse you bear yet you seem happy with your decision. Tell me, why is that?" A voice rings out in the darkness. His heart beats faster as he recognizes the voice.

A younger one responds, lathered with the sound of youth and not quite innocence. "I've never been taught to feel otherwise. After all I was never told of you."

"They never told you who I was!" The older voice cried out, laughter evident in its exclamation. "But my dear George, what happened to that wondrous mother of yours? Hm? She borrowed you from me yet neglected your education? Well, well, well, it seems as though I'll have to reclaim our creation. Oh the travesty," the voice crooned. Sugar melting in its mouth and pouring out in a cascade of honeyed words.

"Why don't you take me back?" The younger voice, George, responded.

"I want to see where this goes."

(~)

Note:

Hello! This was a shorter chapter, usually I shoot for 1.5k sometimes 2k. This is literally 700 something lol. Doesn't mean I'm any less proud of it, just means that this is like a stepping stone for the next bit of plot.

For the song, if you don't already have a melody you put it on just hum it to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.