Bear Witness
Posted: Fri Apr 28, 2023 5:38 pm
T I M E L E S S
The echo of a stranger's voice played in her mind. It was an introduction, a letter addressed with familiarity. Veronica and Songbird. Each syllable was stilted, being read by a third party, a mysterious narrator.
A man.
The written word played without source, revealed to her as the memory it impacted formed into a scene of Zaichaer. Yeva stood upon the steps of the Hall of Reconciliation, stumbling back as a man with long blond hair and a woman, emerged from the doors. Up the street, Reconciliators came and went, their presence shocking the young elf. She was no longer falling, but how was she here? Yeva clutched at her shirt, where Galetira had been pierced in the chest, feeling as if she stood within a dream. She turned, dazed, her body shaking. She felt numb, not like herself at all, "Galetira?" she cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks. She could still see the monsters. The teeth and claws, scratching from the darkness when she closed her eyes.
She tripped going down the stairs, legs weak as she followed the duo, "H...Help," her voice was soft, cracking as she searched for her mentor, feeling a horrible sense of dread, "Help me."
No one turned in her direction, nor acknowledge the half dressed woman in Ecithean attire sobbing near the front door.
The echo of a stranger's voice played in her mind. It was an introduction, a letter addressed with familiarity. Veronica and Songbird. Each syllable was stilted, being read by a third party, a mysterious narrator.
A man.
The written word played without source, revealed to her as the memory it impacted formed into a scene of Zaichaer. Yeva stood upon the steps of the Hall of Reconciliation, stumbling back as a man with long blond hair and a woman, emerged from the doors. Up the street, Reconciliators came and went, their presence shocking the young elf. She was no longer falling, but how was she here? Yeva clutched at her shirt, where Galetira had been pierced in the chest, feeling as if she stood within a dream. She turned, dazed, her body shaking. She felt numb, not like herself at all, "Galetira?" she cried out, tears rolling down her cheeks. She could still see the monsters. The teeth and claws, scratching from the darkness when she closed her eyes.
She tripped going down the stairs, legs weak as she followed the duo, "H...Help," her voice was soft, cracking as she searched for her mentor, feeling a horrible sense of dread, "Help me."
No one turned in her direction, nor acknowledge the half dressed woman in Ecithean attire sobbing near the front door.