|
[06 Nov 2005|05:59pm] |
When the door opened he was startled from his thoughts, the sudden light vying for his attention.
Door? Had there been one?
He had been preoccupied thinking, sitting all alone in this dark place. Yes, he remembered now. Sitting in this place, nothing but darkness, impenetrable and vacuous. No window for light, not a sound could be heard.
How long had he been here?
Briefly he remembered awaking here. He cried, fearing that he had gone blind and deaf. He couldn't see anything, and even the soft rustling of fabrics as he groped about in the dark room was muffled, swallowed up and made mute. He struggled in the dark crawling on floor, but there were no walls, no doors or furniture and yet...
As he squinted against the light, a shadow fell over him, blotting out a patch of light in front of him. Who it was exactly, he could not tell, save for the faint halo of red around her head and down her shoulders.
"Who are you?" he asked.
|
|
|
[03 Nov 2005|06:02pm] |
Sometimes she felt so loved. Other times, she felt so utterly alone, and she knew that she was.
As many friends as she had, she felt separate from them, and as time wore on, the feeling was growing; the distance between them stretching, opening up into a yawning hole that she could not bridge.
This feeling that she didn’t belong.
---
That day, she found something. A diary of sorts, left behind by a boy she didn’t know.
And those dreams that she’d been having that confirmed her suspicions. Hogwarts awash with grey. She couldn’t tell if it was night or day. Light seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere, all at once.
It felt familiar, but not the same. There was no colour there, only shades of grey, and shadows longer than they should have been.
The entire school, she had observed on separate occasions was completely dead, windless and devoid of people. The silence was almost deafening.
Then that day where she had food that diary, she found a room.
She didn’t think that there could have been a worse place. But this room she saw, as she gently opened the door, was dark. Boundless like the abyss, and light didn’t seem to penetrate it.
In it, there sat a boy, patiently waiting in the dark, as if he’d been there for a long time. His hair, she noticed, was the same ink black darkness of the room, and she wouldn’t have noticed him, if it wasn’t for the pale skin that peeked from beneath those dark robes.
As he looked up at her, she saw that his eyes were a most unusual colour, a brilliant violet-blue, impassive and empty of emotions.
|
|
| prologue |
[01 Nov 2005|01:17am] |
Some doors swing open,
others swing shut.
And when you've missed them all
and are left standing in the dark now...
Where can you go?
What will you do now?
|
|
![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
labyrinth_wrimo's journal
