Far Away

Far away is a term much overused, much abused. It implies many things, spaces of distances, time, circumstance and people. Here it implies none of the aforesaid things. It possesses only a single meaning at this juncture, that hopefully will be apparent by the end of this book. The protagonist of this story was far away, in a world of her own. It was cold in that world, where only darkness reigned. It was bitter in that world, where there were no shades of grey. It was forbidding in that world, where the silence was heavy. It was the only thing that could be heard for miles, and it was permanent. The only thing that could be discerned from the shadows, were the gnarled, knotty trunks of old trees, trees that worked as pillars for the lord of the skies. As far as the girl could see, there were trees, and further, there were more trees still, mingled amongst the last vestiges of sight. From what could be glimpsed of the ground below her, it was enveloped by a murky mist, one that came with neither sound nor source, but chilled her with an icy feeling that none other could bring. The girl looked up, and saw the darkness of Erebus. She looked down, and saw the swaying, alluring and harsh twist of fate. She looked forward, and saw hope. She took it.