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Edit: Fixed song link.

What is terror?
I wondered this often as I spent my sleepless nights alone in my cramped frigid cell.
Always wandering the many hallways I sometime felt a sense of dread but no terror, or none that I could tell.
The soft ivory bricks under foot felt like a dream, one which I could tell wasn't real; only they were all I really had.
One night I found overhearing that I would be given a test, a roommate, a cellmate, another at last.
That night however was not meant to be, as some other already had too strict of plans for me and my past.
I set off into an unknown, tearing back a curtain to break some seal as I would, entering to a deafening silence.
Dragging my feet in to what would have been a world, decorated with blossoms and forgetmenots I would learn.
An abandoned room it seemed; I broached the window to see what was left of the world I would once burn.
Damn, the countryside. Far off though a figure, obscured by the piercing moonlight or perhaps my eyesight is going.
Closer, they would vanish in and out of pathways as dutifully as Gabriel themself growing nearer perhaps intending to reave.
Quickly as they came, gone. Stepping back I realized the hours had escaped me and shift change was soon, I had to leave.
Door ajar, I left. Nights were eternal, or at least I didn't ever see the sun, and mine was safe once again in a small cell.
Peace, a knock, peace...A knock? A knock? 24 years and not a single knock not one single bump against the door.
Again- could this be the promised test? Will I get to speak again? What will I say? What will they say? I rise once more.
A click, the thick door swinging open terrifically to a slam I gaze upon...Nothing. My heart racing and I am greeted by nothing.
Stepping in to the hallway after so many years, peering out I see only black. No light, no windows, just a long staright aisle.
Hazily I walk for what could pass for years, the moonlight from my cell going completely black in the distance I push another mile.
Is this terror? Trembling forward with every hair at attendance it feels as if a million judging eyes are on me once again.
Brightly a wave of light from the Chapel windows washes over the previously unseen, my curiousity stoked I inspect the place.
Guard lain dead days ago, blood long dry. Too many questions, I jerk back to reality such that I might give fight or chase.
Before me stands an odd feminine form, gracing the alter bearing burnt luxuries and a stoic disposition.
Finally- without thinking for the first time in years I spoke, "I know why you are here!" I cried.
Did I? Jesus why did I yell that? I clasped my mouth as quickly as I could but it was too late. I stood petrified.
Twisting their head slightly to give me their full attention, horribly burned and disfigured, I still recognized them.
Trembling, I stuttered out "I-I've been locked away 24 years for my mistakes and-and...I had no idea if you could find peace"
"I slew so many under the guise of a champion, bathing them in false righteous flames. Even-...Even my kin as Geese"
I couldn't look anymore, I broke, I just wept...becoming too overcome to even speak anymore I couldn't even pretend.
Lowly they would lay their hands upon my head, as if comforting me. "Why?" regaining some composure, I inquire.
They shook their head and released me, sweeping softly out the Chapel through the forward doors; leaving me to mire.
In persuit I pull open those doors to a long cloudy sea. There they bob on the surface just ahead riding waves of fog.
Reluctantly I ask, "Is this it? Are you sure? Do you think I'm even worthy enough to pass on, and why on this day?"
They extend their hand and I reach out to grab it as they begin to float away slowly "Wait, wait" I scream as they melt away.
I am pulled forwards at great speed but not towards the sky but, down deep in to the nebulous sea. This time I was the martyr.
Every person whose life I smote passed by me, twisted and mangled as nothing I have ever felt or seen compared and I was
For an eon I cried and pled and suffered their waking moments to their deaths, I begged for forgiveness again and again and on.
Finally-All at once they'd recede then, utter blackness...Oncoming, a building...A home? I fall through in to black again and then, gone.
Slowly coming to, a light so bright it's blinding me...Wait, the sun? I open my eyes to find a small homestead, cozy and warm.
A woman greets me, she tells me "Glad I found you when I did, you were bleeding out all over the berry bushes. What a sight!"
She tells me "I heard a crash and decided to investigate, seems you fell from a window up high somewhere. But you seem alright."
I get up the nerve to ask her "Where are we?" she says "We're a few towns over, shame about the town you were on the skirts of."
Confused I ask "What do you mean?" she replies "You haven't heard? After all their conquests they were invaded, nearly all dead or ran."
She gets me up and going and offers me a place to stay if I ever need. She also tells me there's a decent job in town and to go see if I can.
This city is so loud and alive, I can't really think about what may have really happened out here so I needed someplace more quiet to be.
I duck in to a small seemingly empty shop thinking I'd be fine only to be greeted with "Hi! Are you here about the job?" she asks me.
Begrudgingly I respond "Yes, what's it entail?" she replies "Can you read? We need someone to maintain the books during the day see."
Bemused I ask "What kind of books?" she responds "Well we have plenty but we mostly have history books" I simply reply "Sigh...okay."
Beaming she returns "Great! Can you start now? I haven't slept in days." I nod and start tending the shop, thoughts still scattered and spun.
I find a table with a cloth draped over it. What could it be? I drag it off to find...empty books? Huh. I guess I could always try writing one.
It might help me clear my mind, or maybe even help me find peace.

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