Chapter One - Part One
It was a pitch black night, a wind howling night, a night you
could only see outlines. There was no sign of stars; it was a
night that only occurred in the worst of her dreams. Cecily ran
up the cobbled street path, her footsteps echoing around the
eerily silent town. Fierce winds whipped her face, making it hard
to see where she was going. The immortal world does not show
mercy. The immortal world is a dead world, a world of the people
and creatures that are neither dead nor living. People and
creatures that are evil, that know no loyalty or devotion. Its
transparent houses showed the ever-growing humans quietly sitting
in their moulding armchairs, with a newspaper at their side that
they seldom read. But mortals could not see through these houses,
they only looked ghost like, and it was just Cecily's luck, that
where she was there; in the immortal world.
Using her left hand, she pushed herself away from a scratched
dark fence, she ran forwards and into a flaked, golden lamp post.
She stopped, squinting to see the outlines of the many houses
before her, and shook her head fiercely.
She slipped in a puddle and thumped her head into the concrete
below her. The world seemed to shake and spin much faster than
natural before her. She grappled for a square of concrete that
had wedged itself out of the earth, as if she were to fall off
the edge of the world. She rolled onto her back and looked up at
the sky, to find a star that what lead her to the destination
that she was supposedly to go to. But there was nothing. Nothing
but blackness and raindrops speeding out of their invisible
Star gazing had always been a serious hobby for Cecily, but star
gazing would not work that night. Nor any night in the immortal
world. But Cecily tried anyway, for she did not know that.
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