"To some it may be loss, to others the unknown, and to many it is pain."
"To you it may be different"
"To you it could be anything"
"Now tell me child, what do you fear?"
" What is your downfall in life?"
"What does it mean for you to have fallen from grace?"
Just then, I had woke up. The dreadful yet calming figure in front of me falling into the darkness of that realm as I panicked and quickly stood up from my bed.
The dark essence fading into the gold and wood lining of the stone walls that surround me in my small room, shelves below windows holding bronze figures and drawings of my own.
Upon opening the curtains the golden light of dawn peered upon my room, reflecting in wonderful patterns across the figures and glass models that were scattered across my room. I sit there, admiring the new day until my eyes fall upon the wall to the north, a calendar, listing what's to come today, and just like that the light, the interest, and the hope falls out of my world, almost making it seem black and white.
As I turned back to my window the once golden lights were painted grey and the clouds a depressing white, as I turned my head to return to sleep I noticed my shoes laying on the cold floor below me.Whilst regretting what's to happen later I had grabbed my shoes and slowly returned to my bed to put them on.
Now I am ready to pursue the days end. I get up and walk towards my window before hurriedly closing the curtains and opening the door.
As the door swings open the gray skies return, high above my town, a small port on the edge of the country, the dull colored sky merges with the light blue stained reflection that lines this side of my small town.
I walk forward, the soles of my shoes meeting the cold cobblestone of these empty streets, but the streets aren't empty, they're practically overrun, everywhere I look I am met by people, all exchanging greetings and joyous remarks of their plans, and then there's me, in the center of everything, with nothing, and nobody, simply walking against the giant crowd.
It is not rare for me to act like this, especially when I'm in town, even when I talk to people I don't understand them, they all say such positive things about me, but it all seems for naught, their words stand to be as hollow as a rotted tree.
Almost as soon as I had started walking, I had reached my destination, I stood upon the docks, overlooking the wondrous sea.
The ocean has always seemed so amazing to me, to look into an endless horizon with no people, no buildings, where creatures reign free as does the water they live in, the waves swaying back and forth across the globe.
I kneel down on the edge of the dock, running my hands through the cold embrace of the water below me, something that has always brought a warm feeling to my heart, to be here is to feel free, but this is different. The water around my hand becomes black and shrouded as I feel the ice cold touch of a hand upon my left shoulder.I lift my hand from the water and turn slowly, greeting the three people who stand behind me, it is none other than my crew for today. For today, June 7th we shall begin our voyage, whether to find fish or find a new world, these are the people I am forced to accompany, whether I like it or not.
We have just met, but the three of them seem well accompanied already. All chatting about things that have happened, as if old friends meeting after a long wait.
Minutes pass, and nobody thinks to approach me, they could be judging me, mocking me, or even planning to replace me as their guide, but just when I think I should just turn back home the conversation switches to me, and I am asked to introduce myself.
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Sea of Self Seclusion
Short Story"What is your fear?" A story draft wrote for my class, now here for everyone to read