one of the many chapters

at a certain point in your life
probably when too much of it hase gone by,
you will open your eyes and see yourself for who you are
especially for everything that made you so different
from all of the awful normals

...a quiet evening at the fortress in which a girl wakes up in a place forgotten by time.

The room enlighted by the sheer sunrays trickeling trough the tall windows, the cold faded blue-gray stonewalls forming a perfect circle, the fountain, on whose edge she sat, it all seemed to be part of a painting. A mystical painting wich seemed to be ageless, and in the center of all, there she was, standing in the middle of the room, her long ivory hair reaching the ground.

Her presence was undoubtable, yet, she wasn't there. Her gaze reached into the wilderness and cried for a nameless freedom, a pure desire of escape was crawling trough her veins and into her soul. The more deeper she sank into her thaughts, the more unbearable became the silence around her. Wildflowers were growing over the circular collumns, invading the room with twisting scents, the atmosphere was becoming unbearable while the fireflies were gathering to celebrate another sundown.

„You still can't remember anything?”
The oracle approached her with slow steps. Small of height but not short, bald and wearing a long lighten togue, he seemed to be floating in all his graceless elegance. He seemd to be neither dead, nor alive, and his precence gave her a feeling of lucid dream. A rather unique being, the oracle was known for his capability to enlighten those who seek guidance, by any mysterious way he'd like to use upon them, either trick or decieval, alltough his judgement was not to question. He once had a great influence at the royal court, but had to withdraw under suspicious circumstances, reason for he had left the capital in secrecy, seeking refugee behind the safe walls of the fortress, where he had planned to remain for the rest of his countless days.
No one knew for shore if his presence had brought any benefit to the fortress, neither did anyone know if he should be feard or trusted. Apart from this, Aaniah had a constant feeling that the oracle could somehow help her regain her lost memories. After all, he was an oracle, a mediator between the gods and the mortals. But his intentions seemed to be questionable.

She looked into his empty eyes and answered:
„There's a part of me, a part I'm trying to discover with each passing day, but it all seems to be unreachable, as if my memories were locked away and I'm forcing myself to remember, but no matter how hard I try, something blocks my way...”
A sheer sigh escaped her.
Three years have passed since she awoke at the fortress, having no memories from before, only the constat feeling of being under a spell...

clocks ticked but time did not pass
the sun rose and the sun set
but the shadows remained
when once there was sound, now there was silence
what once was whole, is now shattered