My training has been long and arduous.
No communications in or out.
A total blackout.
A secret society living among us,
100 miles below the city.
Down there time works differently.
Alive and well, Relativity.
Each and every event occurring so quickly.
Three new recruits are found.
Our training begun, then completed, done.
Below, a whole year had passed.
But on the surface only 2 months.
Trail by combat.
3, 2, then only one.
Three arrived and after 12 months, only 1.
It was our final test.
My initiation.
Blood sport before the elders.
From the day I arrived I sensed something was wrong.
Curiosity, I peeked around.
Opened doors, late of night,
searching for answers about what was really going on.
Stupid.
Foolish.
Thinking they weren't watching.
Some doors,
some answers, one should never know.
2 friends paid price of life for my curiosity.
Set against me in blood combat before they were ready.
My loss, my grief, my animosity,
far greater than I believed.
I know not what I did.
Five elders, in my pain,
in hospital,
paid me visit.
To see for themselves what I didn't.
The last door my curiosity opened:
twice in my life have I been deeply afraid.
Yet never in my life had I been so morosely afraid.
Cold.
Dark.
Not like fire as they say.
Pulled in.
Door closed in.
Sight fading.
Skin frozen.
Heart shaking.
Saw only what I was allowed to see.
Red eyes.
Yellow, then Green.
Tried to leave.
My steps no longer belonged to me.
"Come closer," deeply.
I was in motion but it wasn't me.
My body belonged not to me.
"My son, at last, you've come."
"Who are you," my response?
"An Old One,
I Am."
"Show yourself, I demand!"
One hundred miles below,
in room dark and freezing cold,
sits upon a throne,
in left hand a sword,
in right, the days of my life,
from birth to that night,
my Father, my true Father!
My past, my present, my future.
5 elders.
Now it all made sense.
My wife, my kids.
My life, their deaths.
I saved, they perished.
Now it all made sense—Dark Angel.
