Envie De Voyager

Old Evanescence First Chapter Drafts #4

"Who are you?" I asked, wondering who the figure before me was.

His facial features were shrouded in a blur, but I could clearly identify that there was a small smile on the man's face. The shape of his face and figure was a little rough around the edges—one could clearly see that he was hardened—but his gentleness emanated like perfume with a strong aroma.

He did not answer.

He simply handed me a torch, and gave me a pat on the head, sending a warm feeling that quickly rushed through my veins. I had little idea of who he was at first glance, but his actions spoke louder than anything either of us could say. I could only feel the tears creep down my face as the feeling in my chest grew heavier.

Yet he still stayed silent.

He merely reached out to wipe the tears away, then started to walk towards the darkness, moving outwards to the boundaries of the torch's light. He did not look back, but he put his hand in the air and waved as he walked. Once he left my presence, I felt lost and in the dark, despite holding the torch in my hands.

"Wait!"

I tried to run after him, but as I did, his figure only stretched infinitely further. It was only when I was out of breath when I realised that I could not join him in his journey; it was his alone to bear, the same way that my journey could only be undertaken by me. I kneeled in defeat, but a sound resonated in the air, shattering the silence.

"Good luck, son."

His voice caught me by surprise, and I looked up, only to see him enter the darkness. I moved my torch to see if he was still there, but I found no sign of him. He had disappeared, left me here. All I had left was the image of him walking away, and the torch in my hands.

"Sure, Father."

Wiping my tears, I stood up straight. I had a torch in hand, with this I could find my own way through this darkness. Find my own path. I then turned opposite of the direcrion he walked in, and took a deep breath.

"Here we go."

I then walked forwards, never looking back.

One of the older prologues, it is a dream sequence. During this time, I wrote Suabara with a good connection with his father—something that was absent in Illusions and Façades, but reappeared in the current work Evanescence. His father was a pro football player in this time, and the Kurogane-Lancaster Corporation was still an evil and corrupt medical group. It's been some time since then. I didn't even have the idea of connecting Afuro.