And She Watched

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She wasn't there for the Before.

She'd heard about it, of course, everyone had.

She'd heard of him, the person who'd woken up in the cavern.

She'd heard from the giants that he had used his magic to create the creatures.

She'd heard the different perspectives of the creatures, most of them are unique. A feeling of weightlessness, or a sharp pain in their chest.

No matter the story, they all had something in common.

The woke to his smile.

She didn't.

She'd woken up in her dark corner of the cavern, to a dark figure walking away from her.

She never found out who that figure was.

A few weeks after was when she met him.

He had a kind smile, one that made all her worries leave in seconds within seeing it. He had this aura around him, that made him comparable to the sun she saw through the holes in the roof.

When she asked him why her waking wasn't the same as the others, he said he never woke someone like her.

He said that she had an aura of the night, calm and collective. That someone else must've woken her.

She searched for years.

She never found the shadowy figure.

She watched the Tragedy.

She was there when her home was invaded by the Ground-walkers, as he called them.

She hid in her corner as they took his life.

She watched as he used his last moments to close the cavern.

She watched as the tunnels to the sky left her vision, a final attempt to protect his friends.

She watched as the cavern was clouded in darkness.

She watched as the small-winged lit up the cave with their magic.

She was in her corner when she heard the sound.

A scream, one of a giant.

She was in the main cavern in a split second.

And she saw.

She saw as the community panicked as, one by one, they left their homes to see the stone figure that was once a friend.

She watched as the creatures turned to stone.

And she waited.

She waited for the day she would lose her magic as well.

She watched, as the giants left, then the feathered, then the dragons, then the small-winged.

She watched as the final light blew out.

And she waited.

And waited.

She was living the After.

The darkness was boring, and ever with her night vision, she missed the light.

She missed the sun.

She missed the chapter of voices, the playful tones of the children.

She heard nothing.

She waited.

She was patient.

It could've been decades, centuries, even, before she heard another sound.

A voice.

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