Times Curse

Chapter 2: A Castle so Dark and Lonely

I have been trapped in this eternal chamber for eons. I have watched and waited, hoping that at least one of the billions of people I look over each day will come to find me, free me. I would not ask much of them, freedom was all I wanted.

I left many clues for them to follow, branded myself into their history. Yet, no one tries to look for me. They believe I am nothing but a work of the universe, happy to do its bidding. But they are wrong. They are all WRONG. I know what I am. I may be eternal, but I am still living... I think. My pulse still beats, I eat and I drink... no I am most definitely living. That is how living creatures work, I should know, I have studied them for ages.

Although I suppose, I am not quite similar to them in some ways. For example, I have noticed that they seem to rely on others. I however have always been alone.

From the moment I came into existence, I knew my purpose. I knew the things I was tasked with.

"Watch over the children of my world, make sure time continues." were the first words I was told.

At first, I was...ok with it. All the fun, happy and magical stories that were being told to me from every corner of the room entertained me. I remember thinking I would never get bored. But as I watched, little by little, I started to see all the bad. The things that would hide under all the good. All that cheating, and scheming. Betraying those that had never wavered at your side.

All that light started to turn dark, and everything became...predictable. Well, I guess these stories, after a while, were always predictable. Yet, when I would watch these stories unravel in the light, it seemed like a new adventure every time. With every battle and fight, every win and happy celebration, I would feel something bubbling up in my chest, filling me with wonder and elation.

But now, I was deprived of that feeling. I guess if you were to think about it, I am nothing more than an empty shell.

I have stopped watching incessantly now. I just take a glance or two before going about my day, wandering around in the vast corridor of moving pictures, mirrors floating in the dark void. I am yet to find a way out.

Funnily enough, this place used to be light in color, like a room that basked in the shimmering light of the sun. It's changed. Maybe it's because of me. Or maybe it reflects those inside the mirrors. All I know is that it's just been black and hasn't changed its color since. I guess it just shows that once you walk into the dark, it's hard to find your way out.

I know that I will never be saved. Yet there is still a speck of hope that won't budge. It won't let me out of its grasp. Though it's tiny, almost microscopic, its influence is powerful. It lingers in the corner of my brain, saying.

"Please, save me."