Floating...
Hmm... no colors... but not black... nor white...
Is it clear?
No...
What color?
Open your eyes and find out...
I heard wind blow against leaves
I felt the warmth of the sun
I smelled the air
It smelled clean and clear
Like after a rain shower on a spring morning
"It's a beautiful day, huh?" The voice was female and familiar
I grunted in agreement and felt a smile form on my lips
I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the moment
A thought drifted into my mind
"Am I dead?"
I could hear her humming to her self, she thought about the right answer
"Sorta."
This place was so peaceful, I felt like nothing could break the serenity
"What do you mean by that?"
She continued to hum the tune, it too was quite familiar
"The Jack I knew is dead. But don't worry, the new Jack can die too! And then another Jack will come, I hope this one takes my advice though."
I chuckled at this
"Yeah, maybe I will Lissa, just maybe."
I opened my eyes and a brilliantly blue sky stared back
I looked over to my left and saw her
She was sixteen, six years younger than me
Her hair was blonde and shimmered just like the light
She turned her head towards me and looked into my eyes
She had brilliantly blue eyes
The warmth of her smile rivaled the sun
"Live your life Jack... for me."
And she was gone
Almost like the breeze had blown her away
I stood up and watched the now setting sun
I was standing on a hill
In the distance I could see Ponyville
I smiled at the scene in front of me
Another breeze blew
This one held a scent of something burning
I turned around to look for the source
And stood in fear at the scene in front of me
The same setting sun stood in the background
The same Ponyville was also there
But it was on fire
Buildings burned as a dark smoke drifted into the sky
And in front of me was the worst of all
There stood a reflection
In his hand was the dagger
Blood dripped from hilt to tip
On his chest, his shirt was splashed with red
The color looked like a twisted picture
He wore a demented grin
Empty from everything except sadistic glee
Behind his eyes there was fire
A need to watch everything burn before him
And he was also gone
Only a whisper on the wind
A dying ember
A bleeding soul
My soul
Nothing left except an empty room
No sound
But it was not quiet
No colors
Yet it was not clean
My past stained every corner
Everything I had done wrong
Lurking in the shadows
Waiting to pull me into the darkness
I stood and accepted it
Watching as the shadows climbed around me
A light
Stood out among the sea of black
A beacon
I walked towards the light
The shadows receded
Crawled back and waited again
I ignored them
The light grew around me
And I opened my eyes
<SLAP!> You Sir, made my eyes moisten. Moisten! Now, get up so I may taunt you a second time.
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I mean that is a good way. I didn't expect the emotional hit. Well played.
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OK!
Quite like the way this was set out.
I hope you realise that now you're completely obligated to write a lot of conflict in the coming chapters.
...Mostly internal, though.
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Damn! I always make more work for myself.
Oh well.
This will make things interesting.
So, when can we expect a continuation of this fine story?
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Writers block turned into a mountain.
Every other sentence I write I find myself struggling to find the right words.
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Ugh. I have NO CLUE what that's like...