Untitled Novella, Part 1
Rien tossed and turned in his bed, caught in the throes of a nightmare.
Half-formed shapes emerged from the mists, falling back again before Rien could see what they are. Mad voices gibbered, screaming things in incomprehensible languages, and, over it all, the Song rang out. The Song was strange. It soothed and calmed with its gentle tones. Yet, somehow, it was worrying. There was something very familiar about it. The famililarity of something that was close to the heart, once, but now was beyond one’s reach. The Song rose to a crecendo, and Rien felt something. That was it! He knew it! In the final chord of the Song it would all be revealed to him. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a voice spoke to him.
“Rien? Master Rien? Are you alright, sir?”
No! Not now! It was almost all there! The answer was almost revealed! The Song was dying now, retreating back into the mists. Going away. The mists start to glow. Brighter, and brighter, until the intense white light blots out everything else.
Rien sat bolt upright in bed.
“The Song!”
“What song, sir?”
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