Color.
A powerful form of communication. A way of wavering your thoughts, changing your actions.
A thing we don't realize is important until it's taken away from us.
I dug myself deeper into my cloak, trying to avoid the cold winds nipping at my cheeks.
Hurrying up the stairs to the old mansion, I opened the doors to a relieving warmth.
"Ah, Lydia Johnson. We were expecting you," a voice rasped. I looked around.
"Who's there?" I asked, my voice a bit squeakier than I wanted it to be. There was no reply and I slowly backed toward the mansion doors.
"Lydia, you know you can't avoid the future," a different, deeper voice said. I pulled the door handles, which didn't budge.
"You have no escape. What has to be done must be done." I walked further into the hall and began to climb the stairs. The steps creaked and dusty cobwebs lined the walls.
I had no control over my feet.
My shoes took me down several halls and finally led me into a room. It was furnished nicely, with a large bed and a portrait on the wall. A candle was lit in the far corner. I gasped.
Someone was here.
And that's when everything went dark.
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Into the Dark
Ciencia FicciónA world without color is darkness. Lydia Johnson discovers this when she, with her abnormal gray eyes, begins to see things in shades of black. This, seemingly, is the sign of a Disapparent, so her mother sends her to the city of Kin so that she is...
