The Silence [Unfinished]

Journey Ahead, Young One

Zular stares as the vast, empty expanse of the empty city. Knowing February will be safe if she stays on that farm and continues to listen to Zular's tips he gave her. "Be quiet and stealthy. Like me." and he has taught her just the same as he taught the others.

On the sheer cliff-side though, it seems as though he has a long ways to go. He has no clue of what he wants to do or where he needs to go.

He sighs and looks down, muttering to himself, "Letting go is the hardest part."

He scans the area once again. Listening. Looking. Smelling. Tasting.

Listening to the leaves blowing gently, brushing against the soft wind heading westwards.

Looking at the abandoned city, imagining it being filled with people who look like Zach and February, but still very different all the same.

Smelling the movements and sweat mixed with blood stains on the concrete that once held machines. Machines that drove Zach's people around.

Tasting his own putrid blood that's a brilliant blue. Biting his sandpaper-like tongue with his razor sharp teeth. Feeling the muscles in his jaw tense as he bites down, now remembering where he is from. A destroyed planet as he recalls it being.

Oh hours must have went by, the shadow creature staring into the distance only to be comforted by the wind. The wind and leaf's dance as the ensemble through the air like they're weightless under the pressure of gravity.

Hours went by of him trying to remember everything, but he only remembers being on this planet so long ago, and so long after the Monsters of Silence took over. He forced himself to remember where the ship was. The... what kind of ship was it now? It was a black ship, painted shiny to reflect the stars. Sleeker than perfectly flat liquid. Stronger than a child's lungs crying at birth.

He remembers the tall mountains, the trees, the birds singing in the sky a song of hoy and freedom, having no care in the world. The birds had a beautiful tone, almost entrancing, undying. What a luxury it must have been to have those everyday.

Zular imagines it. Zach would know...

Zular sighs, Zach... The mere thought of the "Z" in his name makes Zular want to turn back time and pick up Zach instead of deserting him. What was he thinking? Was his own pride and reputation amongst the monsters more important than risking his own life?

Have I flown so far down? He wonders. He shakes his head, no, it can't be that. He's a hero. A warrior. A trophy amongst the Elders.

A trophy.

Was that all he was? A trophy? A keepsake? Masterpiece? Prize?!

He growls under his breath and curses his horrible memory. Hating the fact he lost it. He's lost so much more than just his memory. His shadowy guts tells him so. His instinct, more of it, screams it. Screams at the top of it's newly used lungs that he has lost more than his memory and Zach.

I must find that ship before I go insane! Zular commands himself. He gets up, now having a mission in mind. A destination. A single clue.

He now has a long road ahead of him,

North.