Thursday, January 7, 2010

An Epic Tale - 20. Fragments

This is all of my tale I can remember. Wisps and shadows cling to my mind, alarming me with persistence, torturing me with hope. I cannot give them form, substance. All I recall are Miru's bewitching eyes, her beckoning hand.

And then nothing. Something has happened. I must be - what?

How many times have I played through the events? How often have I wondered if I am awake, or alive, at all? Where is Lucifer? Where am I? What am I?

I can't seem to find myself. My soul is just out of reach, behind a veil of existence. If I could only remember - only tell how long I've been trapped inside my own mind. But even this knowledge is lost to me.

This is my life now. A puzzle with every piece missing. Was I ever Samael? Or Jerek? Did I finally kill the Hermit, or was the one who did this to me?

I may never know. Beyond a terrible, guilty feeling that I am responsible for something truly horrific, and the story I've told you, I have nothing left of myself.

I do, however, have one more story.

I doubt this story is mine. Where all of myself is vague, these events are as crisp and sure as their subject. Is he a figment of my imagination? A relic of my past? Or is he my future? Dare I hope - my redemption?

All I can do is watch, and wait.

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