Poetry and a Teaser

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by Willow-Heart

by Willow-Heart

So I know this book is my art book, but uh- procrastination. So have a poem and teaser for one of my projects! (Ignore the super weird spacing, Wattpad on mobile is very stupid)

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Once I had a dream where I stood on a hill,

Although I called out everything stood still,

There was not even the squeak of a mouse,

Or sounds from a friendly neighbor's house.

Once I had a nightmare,

Where I went to the fair,

But because of a dare,

I lost all my hair.

Once I imagined a world so bright,

One full of nothing but colors and delight

But despite this and things that might,

Everyone was secretly full of spite.

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**This is only a draft, and very far from the final product.**

The light was all he had ever known. His memories were anything but clear, dipped into hungry flames before being plunged into oblivion.

Who had he been before? Was there even something before his personal prison, the white void he apparently was born into? There was no signs of anything except for the nonexistent floor he trod and the feeling of invisible debris and obstacles... and the silhouettes.

He often saw glimpses of grayscale figures, none of them the same shade. It was impossible to tell if they were real, or it was a trick his blind eyes played on him- but whenever there were multiple he caught hushed whispers. "Hello?... alone... dark... ghost," They often wept.

For the most part this was a rare occurrence, but one shadowy character appeared more than others: the darkest shade of black possible, a character bathed in an entirely different spectrum. Any time he heard their words, it was as clear as a silver knife gliding through ice. "Hello, Serenity, old friend! Thought to give you some company, down here can be so lonely... But I assure you won't be here much longer! We'll find a new vessel soon!"

He didn't know who or what a vessel was, because the shadow never offered an explanation- it only came to check on him, addressing him as someone named Serenity and calling him an old friend. He had tried to talk back to the shadow before, but it seemed that his attempts at conversation was one-sided.

The visits came frequently, and every time the silhouette would talk about their life and share stories about things that happened "since you've been gone". Eventually they shared news that he was curious about- the silhouette had an egg who was due to hatch soon. "Serenity, you won't believe it! I forgot to tell you earlier, I'm sorry, but I have an egg hatching soon! The first heir to my throne since... Well, you should know."

But of course, he didn't know. As much as he knew, he had simply appeared in this reality, earning glimpses of who he supposedly was according to the shadow. His questions were numerous, outnumbering the answers he received by the hundreds. But they would never be answered.

Weeks, maybe even months or years went by without notice, and their visits were getting shorter and farther in between each one. At one point, during their last visit they had brought their young daughter, heir to the supposed throne he never saw. Perhaps they had shared her name, but he could not recall it afterwards. To him she was just a faint shade of gray, and he could not hear any words she said- if she did say any.

"This is Serenity, the dutiful protector of all things safe in our world and my best friend. Say hello, dear!" His old friend urged, but he heard nothing in response.

After this visit, the comfort of their voice was gone, eventually replaced with screams of terror and battle cries. He felt as though he was being dragged by an invisible chain into an even brighter nothingness, surrounded by gray silhouettes and murmurs.

"The Vanquisher will free it," someone said.

"Do you think there's enough?" Another asked.

"Silence! Keep the questions to yourselves, we'll find out soon enough."

Where were they going? And why was he dragged along, and who was the vanqui-whats-it? What happened? Were all just more questions that he would never get an answer to. He fell into a state of lapsed walking, his thoughts beginning to falter as the journey set in. He was becoming even more of a husk than he ever was, talked and whispered about but never confronted.

This soon changed as he could hear a voice once more, though the figure invisible it sounded clear. "This is my pawn?" They received no response. "I see... I will gladly accept your gift. But it needs a more fitting name if it is to be mine." Yet again, he heard a long pause. "No, something different... Rook."

He pondered that name. What connection did it have to him- or was 'it' something or someone else entirely, and he was mistaken? The invisible figure seemed to address whoever or whatever this Rook was. "Rook, you shall be a great asset to me. Do not fail, or consequences are certainly imminent."

He tried to nod idly, but was unsure if they could see that- especially if he couldn't see them. He had no idea why he was here or what was in store for him, but he would eventually find out.