LILITH

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Title: "Lilith"
Author: DarkenedEclipse739/me
Source: My imagination. This is a result of creative writing and wanting to write a short gothic story.
Type: Fiction

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It all began in a dark oblivion. An infinite, starless black cloak named The Onyx Sea. Somewhere between all the raging waves lay a kayak made of mahogany. It carried a living corpse, pale in complexion but whose eyes were like lightless voids. Much like every other living being in the realm, he was born to vampires. Zephyr was his name and chaos was the bat that clung to his shoulders, promising to latch on until the day he died.
Not even the turbulent breezes of rain from the storm brought him closer to consciousness.
He was out like a light. Fast asleep.
All alone. Lost to the sea.

A bolt of lightning narrowly missed the edge of his kayak, instead striking the water. Thunder threatened to split the sky by cracking it into pieces, and in deafening cacophony too. Cacophony that Zephyr found to be quite mellifluous. It was that very sound that snapped him out of his seemingly eternal slumber.
"Lightening." he mused once awake.
His head was throbbing, pain he found exceptionally difficult to ignore.
Fear spread through his heart like an infectious disease as he finally came to his senses. His darting eyes scanned the limitless sea around him, searching for answers to questions. It only took mere seconds for them to catch sight of light. A small bright luminance he could spot in the distance. At first glance it looked like a fallen star, but such sights would be things of dreams, not reality. In actuality, it was a lantern being held by a small figure. The light it exuded was moon-white and the figure that held the lantern seemed to be waiting for something patiently.
It only took a moment for Zephyr to realize that the mysterious stranger was awaiting the arrival of the very kayak he was on. Awaiting its docking.
Zephyr panicked, unsure of what to say to this stranger, as he had as many questions as they did. Perhaps the stranger that awaited him had answers, Zephyr thought as he grabbed the oars and sliced them into the sea, forcing his kayak to float towards the dock.
The figure set the lantern down and began to wave at Zephyr who, for a moment, dropped an oar to wave back.
Impatience got the better of him, so he was quick to embrace the oars once more and use them to navigate his kayak towards the dock with all the might he could muster. Now, he could see that the figure was a young girl dressed in an ivory-white cloak, whose hair was strangely the colour of snow.

Zephyr would have kept his attention on the strange girl in white if it wasn't for the sharp sting that pierced through his spine like a bolt of lightening. Furious, he spun around to see what had hurt him but he found nothing but darkness and water.
When he turned around once more to face in the direction of the land, he found the girl on his kayak, staring intently through his eyes and into his soul. "You're late." she said.
Zephyr could feel his heart and mind become haunted by the ghosts of fear and confusion. Was he supposed to know what he was late for?
Zephyr reached out to the oar that was meant to be lying limp on the left but found himself reaching out for nothing but air.
The oars were gone.
They had docked already.
How had he not noticed?
"Ignore your thoughts. They waste time." said the girl, already back on the land, lantern in hand. After a few clumsy stumbles, Zephyr made it out of the kayak and onto the land. "Who are you?" he asked.
"They call me Ghost. My name remains long forgotten," came her odd response. She began to walk so Zephyr followed, keeping his eyes on the light that beamed from her lantern like the luminance of a captured moon. "I have little recollection of the light days. I only remember the eternal night." "Eternal?" Zephyr asked as they continued to trek onwards.
"Precisely. It has been night for as long as I can remember." The girl's steps began to fade as they grinded to a halt. "We must hurry before we anger them. Attempts at recollection are also a time waste." Her words were like a memorized prayer, spoken in monotone frequencies.
Zephyr couldn't help but notice her skin that was cracked like marble. Only, marble was opaque, her skin was not. This girl was barely even there at all. She was more like a floating phantom of the past, lingering here like the scent of an ancient candle whose flame was blown out long, long ago. The urge to continue to ask questions was strong, but whoever this person was, they were impatient and had little time for explanations.
All that was said was how they couldn't keep whoever she knew from waiting much longer. It was clear that whomever lived nearby on this land was known by this girl or 'ghost'.
No matter how many times Zephyr tried, he couldn't remember anything at all. The only images in his mind were blurry, dark bodies of water and wide, moonless black skies, void of stars. He had been following this nameless stranger for a while now, and in all that time she had been walking linearly, not once did they stop to turn.

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