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Story Notes:
I re-rated this PG for some thematic elements.

Author's Chapter Notes:
This is a bit dark but something I was led to write.


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Silence lies heavily in the halls of her heart.

Silence and doubt.

She seeks frantically for the door out of the fear and sadness that bars her in but no such thing is found.

Wearily she sinks to her knees in despair. "No escape, no light, no hope for me is left. What do I do? Where do I go? Who will help me now?" She looks about the dark prison of her heart. "No one." The strangled whisper of realization rings about her like a knell. But does she really want salvation?

On the floor of her cell she weeps and sees not through her tears the window high in the wall but within reach. She sees not nor hopes for escape. She is a captive of her own making.

Cold hugs her weeping form, offering what at first seems like comfort but is death in disguise. It chills her bones and causes her to shiver. See! She still has warmth within her, but she disregards it.

Pain like a knife pierces her through, and she is left alone to remember the reasons for her imprisonment. "Too easy," she whispers. "It was just too easy to give in, to let it ruin me. So easy . . ."

And so she is and ever will be, though the light of Anor shines down on her, trying to warm her, trying so hard to free her from the prison of her own making. All she has to do is stand up and climb out the window and yet there she lies in despair.

The sun rises and sets, the moon passes, the stars wheel and fade in the coming light of another dawn and yet she still despairs. "Too dark, everything is so dark around me."

"Yes," an unheard voice whispers. "Yes, but the darkest part of the night if the moment before dawn, the moment before freedom from darkness. Rise up; be free." But she hears not, nor would she heed it if she did for she is lost. She is willingly lost and will never be free again.

Silence lies heavily in the corridors of her heart.

Silence and doubt.

Still she seeks and still does not find. She does not want it.

Wearily she seeks for the key out of the doorless prison of herself. Still she seeks and doubts. But who will save her? Can anyone save you from the thing you've become? Can anyone save you from something that is inside you? Anyone? Can someone pull you out of the wreckage of a soul of your own making? Can someone save you if you yourself are not entirely willing to be saved?


The Players:
Silence: the mocker
Doubt: the poison
Fear: the black fog descending on the hearts of all
Escape: the thing desired
Light: illumination for the path yet untraveled
Hope: the thing that makes you overcome

Victim or Victor?

Don't let it win. You are stronger. You will be victorious. You will defeat it if you just look up and climb out of that window. Just stand up; it's within reach.



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Chapter End Notes:
Don't give up. Hope is found everywhere, even places where Anor cannot be. Hope follows you closer than a shadow. Follow it.

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