It was too dark to see. A dark, directionless black. You could hold your hand out in front of you, but there would be no outline. No difference in the black of the hand to the black around it.
This was not an empty black. No, there were others here. You could feel it. The heat of bodies crowding the space, moving, sitting, standing. There were walls, too. Too dark to make out of course, but there was that tingling sensation that if you took one too many steps, you'd crash head first into a wall.
And the voices. So many voices. Talking, crying, shouting, wailing. There was no singing. This was not a place for that. The noise crescendoed as each clamored to be heard. None were ever heard. Not in a place where all were blind and each listened desperately for an answer to whatever it was their voice cried out into the abyss.
And then there was a familiar voice. It joined the others, screaming over and over and over again.
Max!
Max!
Max!
It cut off abruptly. The other voices continued their wails, oblivious. After all, they could only hear themselves. They clamored on and on and on, their noise ever increasing.
And yet the silence of the familiar voice was the loudest in the room.
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Flight (new version)
FantasyPart I of the Land of Green and Gold Trilogy The war between humans and Elder has ended in the disappearance of magic and the enslavement of those who once wielded it. Years later, a young spriggan named Max toils for his master, the olden days of m...
