=_The beginning of the End
=_The beginning of the End
I write this in my last moments, with what little is left of my sanity after witnessing the horrors that lie waiting in that cursed forest. Once this night ends and the sun rises I'll take my life. Some may call me a coward, but the truth is I don't care, I can't stand to live knowing what is coming, I can't stand the thought of the things I've seen. Not that I think anyone will be left to read this once that thing has awakened. But I guess I should start from the beginning.
It seems like forever ago, but it's only been a week since I first received a letter by a unicorn named Lyra, in which she described to me the contents of a dream she had the night before, asking for my advice. I should have known what the things she saw truly meant. I had been warned that this day would eventually come, I should have seen the signs. Maybe I just didn't want to see them. Maybe I was just too afraid to face the truth of what was happenning. But what could I have done? Nothing, that's the truth. It's useless to pretend that I could have somehow stopped this from happenning, I always knew all I could do was wait for this day to come. But to think it would come so soon, to think it would be so...
I can't even bring myself to think about that thing. But I shouldn't lose myself in this kind of thoughts. If I want this to be of at least some value should it somehow be found the least I can do is to narrate the events in the correct order. I guess I could start by transcribing the dream descibed in the first letter I received.
"... I found myself walking among a series of towers. The place was cold clouded with mist. There seemed to be some sort of light-blue glow emanating from the ground, and the sky possesed a similar color. The towers appeared to be extremely old, as I could clearly make out each of the stone blocks with which they were built, all thrice as tall as me, many of which were covered in moss. None of the buildings had a visible entrance nor windows, although the haze filling the sky prevented me from seeing them in their full height. The towers were disposed in what seemed to be a series of rows and columns, each separated by a series of narrow roads like the one I was walking on. There did not seem to be an end to the series of buildings, as no matter where I turned I could always see them continue in the distance. The grass I walked on had a sick shade of green, and the air had a weird smell to it, althuogh I can't tell exactly what it was like.
Suddenly I realized that the earth was trembling. It was slow at first, almost impossible to notice, but soon it started to grow in intensity. In a matter of minutes it became like an earthquake, but it did not stop there. As I tried to run away and find a safe spot in which to hide it kept getting stronger and stronger, until it became impossible to walk, much less to run. I fell on the ground, and as I tried and failed to get back on my hooves I noticed something. Since the earthquake had started there had been a sound accompanying it, get louder and louder as the vibrations grew stronger, and now that the intensity had almost reached its peak it started to sound almost like a voice, like the voice of an ancient and enormous beast waking up from a long slumber. While this thoughts were crossing my mind I noticed something happening in front of me. The ground had started to rise and it was now ripping apart, revealing something beneath it, something black and rotten.
I don't know what happened then. I don't remember what I saw after that or what I did, all I remember doing is screaming.
The next I remember is falling.
I was falling through the night sky, and all I could see were distant stars in every direction I looked, stars I had never seen before, with colours I didn't know a star could have. Then, as I kept going in my endless fall, I started to fell cold. It kept getting colder and colder, and the stars started to disappear one by one, until I was no longer falling in the sky but in the ocean, and I kept going deeper and deeper, until no light was left. And then screams and horror, madness and fear, words that can't be repeated and fallen kingdoms rising from their grave, and above all a horrible, sick laughter, from beyond time and light, where only darkness can exist.
I woke up screaming in a lake of sweat, still terrified by what I felt like I had seen..."
