The Letter Killeth

                                                                                 Chapter  One

     He awoke to the sound of Morning, from the moment he regained consciousness he recognized the distinct sounds that comprised Morning. The ephemeral silence that would be occasionally broken by the alarm of birds. He could imagine it all, the dew on the trees and the pale bluish hue of the sky where tufts of white cloud drifted listlessly by. Although technically they didn't qualify as sounds, they called out to him as such, they harmonized into one seamless essence, a harmony born from a cacophony and gave birth to Morning. He could hear it all from his bedroom, rather his cell of solitary confinement where he would spend the rest of his days. A hatch opened at the bottom of his door and a waiter with food was ushered in.

  Kyra twisted and fiddled with her artificial sunflower, she was restless, she felt the impatience bubbling inside of her and had to make a conscious effort to keep still. Her mornings were bitter sweet, she relished in being alive., yet she was unhappy as the reality of her confinement drove home. She could feel the Sun resonating within  but she was in a room devoid of any sunlight, artificial lamps her only source of illumination. She would be vivified at the resonance but it would lack the euphoria she felt at Noon and she would feel irritable and disagreeable, not that she had anyone to disagree with in the first place. If only she could escape her enclosure and bask in the sunlight she she so longed after. "Then escape," she heard, "Open the door and go." 'I'm finally going insane,' she thought. 'I'm hearing voices'. "Take the plunge, you have nothing to lose," and listening to the peculiar voice in her head, she pushed against the solid door to no avail. "Right i've definitely gone off the rocker." "Tell it to open, words have power."  'Haha, why not?',"Open"  and then she gave the door a rough push and stood in amazement as it swung open in front of her. She stood perplexed, so far in her life she had longed for a glimpse of the outside world'Was she ready to venture beyond her cell? It was her prison yet it was all she new for as longa as she could remember, it contained memories she stifled in the depths of her heart and was both her cage and companion. 'This isn't like me,' she mused 'The choice should be obvious.' And with a fiery determination she exclaimed, "What next?' The then silent voice volunteered "Take a left and make haste, they'll soon discover your cell empty." She paced forward disregarding the characters etched in the stone walls beside her while she followed the directions of the voice. "Stop here"she skidded to a halt in front of a pale blue door."Open it,"the voice proclaimed. "The normal way or...""The normal way," replied the voice sarcastically. "Right, Open" and she pushed.