"Mama! Mama!" I cried as I ran through the streets of confusion, murder, and cacophony surrounding all over me. I was five years old then. Soldiers from an unknown place came barging into our once calm, peaceful town and began to kill or capture the residents here. Our once tranquil home was now a bloodbath.
As I looked around desperately for my mother, my father, and my sister, I just heard screams of agony, begs for mercy, and yells of rage. I couldn't find my family, and I fell into a puddle of blood, the vermilion color smearing all over my cherry blossom petticoat. My face eyed the left and saw a trashed trading post. I looked to the right and grimaced as a man thrashed his sword about, decapitating all around him. I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, until I came to a sudden stop.
I heard a familiar voice trembling as she spoke, "Please, spare us..." Fear rushing through my veins, I looked up slowly and my view rose from the ground. I stared in horror as I saw a musket directed straight at my poor mother's face. I trembled as I gasped out my words, "Mama?" My mother slowly turned her head and her horrified eyes met mine. "S-Sylvia?! W-what are you doing here? Get out of here!" I was frozen. Unable to move in my spot. The heartless beasts crowded over me and I was gasping in fear.
Then, a strong arm struck the criminals in the head and grabbed me firmly. The figure sliced through the wind and ran and ran and ran. I wanted to yell. My mother! My mother! My poor mother is still in the hands of those murderous monsters!! I wanted to slide out and run after her, but I was too late. There was a bang from where we left and many ebony crows fluttered into the sky. My mouth went dry and the figure stopped. I looked up to see her, and was shocked to see that it was my older sister.
Tears were streaming from her eyes as she continued to walk down the road. It wasn't long until we ran into another crowd of the killers. She let go of me, told me to run, and turned her back against me. Her soft voice whispered, "Be a good girl for Big Sister, okay?" She then charged at her mortal enemies, her eyes in a deep, flaming blue of rage. I cried and ran, ran into a strange man with a disturbing, white, left eye.
The man sneered coldly at me before pressing his finger against my forehead. I felt a strange, stinging sensation before everything went black. But I was conscious! I looked around, but all I saw was pitch black.
I ran through the ragged streets into a deep forest, or so I guessed from the damp grass and wet atmosphere. I relied on the surfaces around me to prevent myself from falling. As I continued to stumble down the damp road, the cacophony of the murder and screams slowly faded away from my horror-stricken ears.
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Ebony Vision
Paranormal"Darkness. That was all I can see in the past few years. And still, I see Darkness..." Sylvia lost everything in one day. Her home, her family, her comfort, the love people gave her, and especially, her sight. She survived through nine long years, a...
