Ink Stains

~Prolouge~

-Taylor-
The words on the page blended together. I was tired, tired of my work and tired from the 9 hours I have been here. Hours of work that honestly will go unnoticed here. Grunting, I push the book away from me for a break.

The white walls surrounding me were more agonising to stare at then the muddled words on my pages. Where was I again? Right, work. Can't forget about it, hell they wouldn't even let me quit if I wanted to. I was a prisoner to these white walls, this white desk, white bed, white, white it's all just WHITE. You'd think they would put even a drop of colour into this maybe some pastel blue just to focus on. It drives me crazy, it drives anyone crazy to stare at the same colour for the past hours on end.

I have work.
Right, work.
I should stop fooling around...

...the council will be unhappy if I don't work. I dragged the book back to me dipping my raven tipped quill into the ink and scribbled on my findings. As the ink made contact with the page I found myself become hazy, every word coming from me just drained everything from my body and my mind went elsewhere... somewhere...familiar...

...My eyes opened up to a realm of clouds and cottages that scattered across them painted infront of a lavender and rose starry sky where the moon and sun shone together, balanced and allied in a mutual agreement.
The only sounds to be heard was the gusts of wind and cries of birds below the sky city.

It was the quietest it had been around here for awhile. In fact I couldn't see anyone else around here they didn't matter though, there was only one person that I cared for.

My feet moved on their own, weaving though buildings and monuments of the city, the flattened clouds feeling like the softest memory foam bed you had laid on. I eventually found the gates, where I was being drawn to. These huge, golden gates that were patterned with inscriptions of the past, present and supposed future of mankind. On the other side, the unknown was approaching.

Cries of pain and a wave of shrieks formed in between the gates and me. It had shaken through the ground and pierced my soul deep within as the residence were heading towards him. Shouting slurs and the words of that were preached to not be said. Though the clouded hooded figure in front didn't seem to care.

Blank faced glare at me. His arm outstretched to the gates as they opened I felt my body being ripped from the inside. Stumbling to the edge and pleading to the figure before the wind caught my outstretched wings and pulled me under.
An invisible raging sea pulling me under.
Just falling
Falling
Feathers plucked
Body weak
Pierced right in the heart
An open wound
Never to be closed...
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