Indi Fabry

Obelon, 26th of January, Year 340, 0:00

She looks over the branch, down into the lake’s abyss. Her heart is fraught with emotion, weighing the branch down. Then the ghostly song moves into the girl’s ears,

“Dreams never lie,

We fix the world and make it right.

Not a care for a heart not even our own,

Every sin will die, never to be seen again.

But our lives will continue on

For we are hunters voices strong,

We fix the world and make it right, 

Killing the sinners with our song.”

Obelon, 25th of January, Year 340, 16:56

A paper slowly flapped in the wind, it crinkled back and forth in a small alleyway behind the secluded square. Faded ink on the paper captured Elaria’s eye, after her eye drifted from her original sight, the 17-year old boy reading it. The mysterious thing, called a newspaper, was filled with characters hanging on for dear life. Elaria couldn’t read the paper of course—The Fates forbade it. Her id drew her eyes to it. Often times people described Elaria’s ego as non-existent, her id constantly taking control, her impulses winning over rationality. Elaria questioned too much you see, even if it was to her mind only. Recently she’d started to become an ideal of Obelon’s principles though, learning well from her teachers at secondary school. This paper with words on it, full of wrinkles, creases, and wonder, shattered Elaria’s mind. Everything she had come to learn, all she had fixed, suppressing her id, all for nothing? All because of this unsanctioned want to see?

The crunching of gravel approached both the boy and Elaria’s ears; the paper and characters being long forgotten in the dirt. Both pairs of eyes met, and both radiated fear. Each pair made a silent promise to the other pair, for their mouths not breathe of this ever. The Fate’s guards, adorned in their milky-blue skin and clothes slowly caught a tiny corner which peaked from under the light dirt powder. The corner was quickly snatched from the ground, just as the boy was pulled from the corner. There were no screams to be heard that day, just the sound of moving gravel as the boy was being dragged to his untimely fate. 

After a while, the guards came back. The guards needed testimony, of course, to officially convict the boy. 
After all, he hadn't been seen holding the paper. The surrounding community told every single detail they knew, even if they hadn't actually seen anything. Some told the guards about an alien who gave the boy that mysterious paper, while other neighbors just said they saw the boy hiding in a corner. One said they saw the 17-year old steal it from The Great Pyre. Everyone in the area gave a testimony, to save their own skins—to avoid the same fate as the boy did, except for Elaria. After she escaped from that alleyway, Elaria went quickly home, before she could be discovered. Despite how the guards forced their way through her door, she swore she didn't know anything, that she wasn't there, that she wasn’t anywhere near the alleyway.
She couldn't break the promise she had made with the boy’s green eyes. She had promised not to tell on him or tell anyone what she saw that day. 

Obelon, 25th of January, Year 340, 23:25

As her eyes fluttered close that night, Elaria had a very strange dream. A dream that contained…her…her being found out by the guards that she knew something, she knew something about that mysterious paper with the characters on it. It almost seemed too real to be true. Everything seemed so graphic. She heard the door busted open again. Their boots slammed onto the ground after they took heavy steps, heavy, quick steps. Elaria was forced out of her bed, she was dragged on the floor and she felt every floorboard squeak, every splinter in her leg, every point in the rocks on the road. Elaria even felt a sudden chill when they were brought by the ocean. By the world tree that stood in the middle of it. What a realistic dream this was. The water was so vivid, itself a star—no a planet, against the rest of the sky. Elaria even felt the breath of someone on her neck, when water grazed her feet as she stepped onto a boat headed to the world tree. Though this dream started somewhat turbulently, violently too, the boat was a bassinet, sheltering Elaria from the fate of her dream. 

Obelon, 25th of January, Year 340, 23:56

The boat made a bumping sound as its nose hit the tree in the process of being docked, this one of its many stops by the isolated structure. Elaria was still in awe, how could she not be? This dream felt so close to reality, so she couldn't help but question why her dream led her here. Why was she climbing the world tree? Why was she sitting on its branches? She pondered this as the lake’s water softly hummed, and as its light slowly reflected her face. However, the guards stood in the boat, and made sure Elaria climbed to the upper branches of the tree.

“We have come here today to convict this woman of the crime of silence. The stealing of paper and ink from The Great Pyre was to be reported and this woman refused to do her duty, her duty to protect mankind, to get rid of the sinner,” the first guard said in a loud, flat voice.

The Fate’s second guard’s voice rang out soon after, “This woman will now be convicted for committing the sin or silence, for not silencing the demons instead of herself.”

Elaria looked over the branch, down into the lake’s abyss. Her heart was fraught with emotion, which weighed the branch down. Then the ghostly song moved into the girl’s ear,

“Dreams never lie,

We fix the world and make it right.

Not a care for a heart not even our own,

Every sin will die, never to be seen again.

But our lives will continue on

For we are hunters voices strong,

We fix the world and make it right…”

Obelon, 26th of January, Year 340, 0:01

Elaria’s eyes burst open, just at the right time, just in time to avoid her fate. She wakes up at the perfect time to see The Fate’s guards break her door down, and feel every splinter, every rock, and to see the glowing water of the lake as the world tree looms over her.

“...Singing our sinner song.”