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"The Last Judgment happened."
^_____^ Sister is playing with the idea of writing. I'm so proud. It's hard to imagine a creepier piece. *beams*
Some editing by me, but I left it largely as it was.
And then it was over.
‘How come?’
The Last Judgment happened.
‘The Last… but why haven’t I seen it?’
A curse.
‘But that’s ridiculous! Which commandment says “You shan't be conversing with the dead”?’
None.
‘Why then?’
The faith changes.
‘Probably… But it’s not fair, anyway’
Nothing is.
‘Oh well… anyway, what will happen now?’
Nothing. Now doesn’t exist here.
‘And where am I?’
Nowhere.
‘I don’t get it’
You weren’t expected to.
‘Can I go to Hell, Heaven, or something?’
No.
‘Back to the Earth?’
It may be considered.
‘By whom? Who am I talking to?’
Nobody exist here.
‘Except from me’
You don’t exist too.
‘But I… I can feel myself!’
It is not a proof.
‘No, you’re wrong. As long as I believe in myself I do exist… that’s how the life works, isn’t it?’
No.
‘So… how does the life work?’
It doesn’t.
‘What? What are you talking about? And don’t try to say “nothing”, please. It’s irritating.’
It depends on what is understood by life.
‘Life is understood by life. Don’t play stupid with me.’
You’re not being played with.
‘Oh, really?’
No. These are answers.
‘Answers to what? Because they don't match my questions’
They do.
‘But I haven’t found out anything!’
Maybe you weren’t trying.
‘Quit this useless talk. Tell me exactly what happened.’
Just remember.
‘Remember what?’
And then…
The world was over.
***
The girl was anything but ordinary. She might have been human, and then again she might have not. A lot depended on the definition of 'human'. People like her were usually known as necromancers, because others were most reluctant to use the word 'people'. Her kind was much older than the Greek language, but no other had a more appropriate name.
You couldn’t tell why she had chosen this house among the others. She visited places where “they” were gathering. Like here, where the air was full with their presence. The girl could see thousands of them, almost as well as the city around her.
***
The wind was blowing. It was hard to tell what, but there was something unusual about it. There was also something strange about a young girl, who approached the ruined house quickly. She might have been about nine years old – but she might have been ninety as well. She wasn’t exactly a human, as we understand the term.
The appropriate name was “necromancer”.
Of course, people of her kind appeared long before Greek was spoken. They appeared before verbal communication was invented; in fact, necromancers were there since the beginning of time. And they will last till its end.
Which, by the way, is happening right now.
The girl knew this; that was the reason why she came here, seeking answers.
She entered the house and, with her eyes wide open and her hands raised, she yelled something to the ceiling. It was hard to tell what language had she been speaking. Rather a primitive growl, used by our monkey-like ancestors. Nobody knows what does it mean – because actually it means nothing.
But the ghosts heard. And they started gathering.
A thousands of grudged souls, and the ones that couldn’t leave this Earth for now – they answered the terrifying scream. And they came to this little girl, a small kid with unusual gift.
And it was said: human.
And it was also said: wha’ ar ya doin’?
And also: ya hav’ no righ to summo’ us.
But the girl wasn’t scared. She knew ghosts, and was aware they would never harm her – because they actually couldn’t.
‘I do. I’m not a human. You were to follow my orders. Mine, and others like me, too’
And it was said: hou’ can ya prov’ it?
And: we don’ believ’ ya.
‘I summoned you. Now answer my questions’
And it was said: ya may be righ’.
And also: but ther’ ar questio’ with no anse’.
‘Yes. There always are’ girl nodded. After that she yelled an awful growl once again. ‘But now, tell me – what’s happening? What’s wrong with the world?’
And there came an answer: wha’ do ya mean?
‘I was born. And my birth should have never happened’
And it was said: we avoi’ talkin’ ‘bout this.
And: quit.
And: we neve’ anse’ that.
‘I guess you have to start, then. Because I won’t leave till I know’
Ghosts have feelings, like all other creatures. But they are a different kind – if you have proper abilities, you can sense them in the air you are breathing. As a necromancer, the girl sensed great fear with every cell of her body.
The answer she was trying to get seemed to be far more complicated than she had expected it to be.
And it was said: ya wan’ to kno’?
And also: foolish human.
And: we may te’ ya, if ya wan’ to.
And then: the grea’ floo’ is comin’.
‘Flood…’ she repeated. ‘Yes, I thought it would be something like that. But why?’
And it was said: who kno’?
And: this knowle’ is not give’ to us.
Some editing by me, but I left it largely as it was.
And then it was over.
‘How come?’
The Last Judgment happened.
‘The Last… but why haven’t I seen it?’
A curse.
‘But that’s ridiculous! Which commandment says “You shan't be conversing with the dead”?’
None.
‘Why then?’
The faith changes.
‘Probably… But it’s not fair, anyway’
Nothing is.
‘Oh well… anyway, what will happen now?’
Nothing. Now doesn’t exist here.
‘And where am I?’
Nowhere.
‘I don’t get it’
You weren’t expected to.
‘Can I go to Hell, Heaven, or something?’
No.
‘Back to the Earth?’
It may be considered.
‘By whom? Who am I talking to?’
Nobody exist here.
‘Except from me’
You don’t exist too.
‘But I… I can feel myself!’
It is not a proof.
‘No, you’re wrong. As long as I believe in myself I do exist… that’s how the life works, isn’t it?’
No.
‘So… how does the life work?’
It doesn’t.
‘What? What are you talking about? And don’t try to say “nothing”, please. It’s irritating.’
It depends on what is understood by life.
‘Life is understood by life. Don’t play stupid with me.’
You’re not being played with.
‘Oh, really?’
No. These are answers.
‘Answers to what? Because they don't match my questions’
They do.
‘But I haven’t found out anything!’
Maybe you weren’t trying.
‘Quit this useless talk. Tell me exactly what happened.’
Just remember.
‘Remember what?’
And then…
The world was over.
***
The girl was anything but ordinary. She might have been human, and then again she might have not. A lot depended on the definition of 'human'. People like her were usually known as necromancers, because others were most reluctant to use the word 'people'. Her kind was much older than the Greek language, but no other had a more appropriate name.
You couldn’t tell why she had chosen this house among the others. She visited places where “they” were gathering. Like here, where the air was full with their presence. The girl could see thousands of them, almost as well as the city around her.
***
The wind was blowing. It was hard to tell what, but there was something unusual about it. There was also something strange about a young girl, who approached the ruined house quickly. She might have been about nine years old – but she might have been ninety as well. She wasn’t exactly a human, as we understand the term.
The appropriate name was “necromancer”.
Of course, people of her kind appeared long before Greek was spoken. They appeared before verbal communication was invented; in fact, necromancers were there since the beginning of time. And they will last till its end.
Which, by the way, is happening right now.
The girl knew this; that was the reason why she came here, seeking answers.
She entered the house and, with her eyes wide open and her hands raised, she yelled something to the ceiling. It was hard to tell what language had she been speaking. Rather a primitive growl, used by our monkey-like ancestors. Nobody knows what does it mean – because actually it means nothing.
But the ghosts heard. And they started gathering.
A thousands of grudged souls, and the ones that couldn’t leave this Earth for now – they answered the terrifying scream. And they came to this little girl, a small kid with unusual gift.
And it was said: human.
And it was also said: wha’ ar ya doin’?
And also: ya hav’ no righ to summo’ us.
But the girl wasn’t scared. She knew ghosts, and was aware they would never harm her – because they actually couldn’t.
‘I do. I’m not a human. You were to follow my orders. Mine, and others like me, too’
And it was said: hou’ can ya prov’ it?
And: we don’ believ’ ya.
‘I summoned you. Now answer my questions’
And it was said: ya may be righ’.
And also: but ther’ ar questio’ with no anse’.
‘Yes. There always are’ girl nodded. After that she yelled an awful growl once again. ‘But now, tell me – what’s happening? What’s wrong with the world?’
And there came an answer: wha’ do ya mean?
‘I was born. And my birth should have never happened’
And it was said: we avoi’ talkin’ ‘bout this.
And: quit.
And: we neve’ anse’ that.
‘I guess you have to start, then. Because I won’t leave till I know’
Ghosts have feelings, like all other creatures. But they are a different kind – if you have proper abilities, you can sense them in the air you are breathing. As a necromancer, the girl sensed great fear with every cell of her body.
The answer she was trying to get seemed to be far more complicated than she had expected it to be.
And it was said: ya wan’ to kno’?
And also: foolish human.
And: we may te’ ya, if ya wan’ to.
And then: the grea’ floo’ is comin’.
‘Flood…’ she repeated. ‘Yes, I thought it would be something like that. But why?’
And it was said: who kno’?
And: this knowle’ is not give’ to us.
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I'm not actually creeped out by this or anything, but that might be because I just finished reading Good Omens by Niel Gaiman and Terry Prachett. I can't take anything about the end of the world very seriously right now. ^_^
But it's a cool concept!
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Yeah, it's tough to be bothered by the end of the world after reading TP's version of it. *grins* I want. *pouts*