My King

Chapter 16 - The shrieking madness.

Chapter 16 - The shrieking madness.

Marcys Savage

I let my gaze run over the meadow I'm faced with, in some sense hoping to regain the memories this meadow has gifted me.

I've been here before - I know I have.

The feeling of a wet substance dripping on my face and sliding down my cheek is enough for me to lose my focus. I wipe it away with my fingers, and examen my now wet fingertips. The liquid red in color and thick in volume. I roll it between my fingertips, successfully smearing it.

Only more and more drops fall from the sky, drenching me in its wetness. I look upon the cloud free sky in wonder. The blood is dripping like rain upon the meadow, the grass drenched in its red color, every blade of grass coated, and changing color.

The sky is bleeding on me - The sky is fucking bleeding on me.

What kind of fresh hell is this?

A voice calls upon me from within the darkness. "You feel it Marcys" More a statement than a question, but it only intensifies the confusion I'm faced with.

I spin around in circles, trying desperately to locate the alluring voice's location. I frown in defeat coming out short. I'm all alone in this godforsaken meadow.

"Remember this meadow, Marcys?"

"Who are you?" I yell out in the atmosphere, the words getting lost in the wind.

"What do you want from me?" I call out.

Smoke erupts from every thing the meadow has provided a home for. Every rock, every tree, every blade of grass. The darkness taking over, the sky a dark grey swirl of colors. I take a step back, when the smoke reaches me, but somehow, I'm kept in place. I try to run, without moving on inch.

The smoke surrounds me, clouding me in its darkness, successfully taking away my sight. I blink in hopes of regaining some of my eyesight, just a tiny bit, but all I'm gifted with is an even more clouded sight. The voice comes back, staking a claim. I strain my hearing, in some sense trying to reveal who the voice belongs to. Someone has to be the owner.

"Two questions. Hundreds of answers. Only two right answers."

"Answer correctly and get your sight back. Answer wrong and you'll forever be bound here" The voice explains.

"Where are you?" The voice is strong and tower high in volume, like a roar from a lion.

"I-I" I try speaking, but I fall short on answers. I need to give myself time to think it over.

Only two right answers.

I close my eyes, letting more darkness cloud me, and I zoom into my mind, the answers lurking in the back. I locate my forgotten memories, the swirling of ribbons holding various of colors. I watch them twist and turn in perfect harmony. No care in the world - I wish I was one of them.

I take a hold of one, watching as it twirls between my fingers, the ribbon taking a firm hold of my hand, before an image is shown. A large picture of what the memory hold, starts playing, showing its wisdom and knowledge. The scene is familiar. It's from my past. It's a memory.

I release the ribbon, letting it float around along with its brothers and sisters, the colors blending to a beautiful rainbow. I hear the question being voiced, repeatedly. My senses taking over, and I grasp a ribbon fiercely, holding it tight in my fist. The ribbon stands out amongst the others, as the words are repeated again and again in a harmonic rhythm. It glows golden, the perfect contrast to the other colors. At my touch the memory is played, uncovering the truth about the meadow I've found myself in.