In The Morning Dusk

In Memory's Past

It was sunny out... not a single cloud dotting the sky. The grass was cool against my stomach as I watched the lake. There were others there too, all of them playing and laughing... It was peaceful, just laying there, to say the least. I don't know how long I was there but after what seemed like hours the sun started to set, and a familiar, female voice spoke to me... 

"Its getting dark.. we best be getting home John."

And then all went black.

John opened his eyes, still staring at the ground. "That's all I can remember, that's all I'll ever remember.. Huh".

No one answered him, for there was no one in his room but himself. He was usually okay with this, being alone while he tried to bring back his memories and then beating himself up over each failure. "I just want to remember them.. Why... Why can't I remember them!" John barked hopelessly, "It was you, wasn't it. Your keeping them from me.. Aren't you.." Once again, no one answered him. But John replied, as if something that wasn't seen answered his question. "One day I'll be free of you... I won't let you win just yet"

Three Months Later

"It's still dark out.." John thought to himself as he exited his room, heading downstairs to receive the reports for the day. It was his turn to get it this morning but even though he was the one who got up earliest, he always took the longest to bring it back from the box. He crawled through the small door that Crystal helped make so that John didn't have to wait for someone to open it for him. "It's slightly degrading but I like it a lot" John thought as he shook himself, shivering from the cold bitter wind "All this fur but yet I'm still cold? Something.. Something isn't right".

John resumed his walk to the box, trying to shrug off this feeling but was just... unable to. Never in his life had he felt this.. Cold? Was this even cold.. It felt as though his heart was being frozen. No... No not his heart, his soul was what was generating this feeling. John didn't have long to think about it as a sudden loss of breath and a crippling headache is bestowed on him, causing him to trip and fall over. He cried out in pain as a voice whispered into his ear "You can't escape our wrath..." Along with other whispers in a strange tongue that John couldn't understand.

This lasted for but only a few moments as the whispers died along with the pain in his head. He slowly got up, his legs quaking heavily. "W-what the hell was that..?" John was still shivering, unsure if it was the cold in his soul, or if it was the feeling of fear that surged throughout him. "I can't tell them about this, I shouldn't worry them over it."

 And so with this last thought he took a different route to the box, a shorter one so that he may return home faster. This occurrence then continued to bother him for many days, but after awhile it seemed as if it had been nothing but an occurrence. But it was only the dawn of an epic struggle that could mean his end.