Shaendra

What seems like months, even years ago, I told you that “my life was very dark”, the key word there being “was”. I didn’t plan for my life to drastically change that day, as if anyone could have possibly planned what was to come. You know of my fall, and the death of so many innocent lives, some who just wanted to live in peace with their crazy antics, with their habit of naming everything and their strange obsession over edible fungus…No, some just wanted to live in peace, but that was stolen from them, stolen from them by a couple of idiots who stared a war for no reason. A stupid, unnecessary war just to

The figure trekked through the dry, still desert, the only stimulus that seemed to be moving the infinite number of sand around them. Why they were there, where they were going and who they are were all a mystery to both the wide, silent desert and the figure themselves. Never-the-less the figure continued to walk slowly forward, knowing, without knowing how, that whatever they were looking for was ahead of them. If someone were to happen upon the figure, unlikely as it may seem, they would see a stranger clothed completely in black clothing, with a black scarf wrapped around their face, leaving enough space for only the eyes to peer through.

My life was very dark, and by dark I don’t mean shady or anything like that, what I mean is that it felt like there was a constant black veil over my eyes, blurring out my vision and making it near impossible to see. The few times that veil ever did part I became obsessed, obsessed with whatever was the target of my vision, obsessed with finally being able to see something, anything, that wasn't clouded with the darkness, which would've been fine, if it wasn't for the whispers in my mind. Those quiet voices sung tales of betrayal, betrayal from the people who called themselves my “friends”, whispers of a Scientist who would