Excerpt from Adorabella's new novel not yet titled.
December 05, 2012, 06:48:pm
“Then it is done.” At those words, a searing pain spread throughout my body and I collapsed to the ground in agony. I could feel my heart slowing, every part of me dying piece by piece. I could no longer breathe because the pain was too intense. Slowly I felt the pain drifted out of my body, all human feeling floating away from me. My eyes no longer saw my surroundings, but a bundle of light burning through them I could see my mortal soul escaping and I tried to reach out to it, but with every move I made the farther it would fly away.
Eventually, the pain died down to a numb feeling inside of me. My body feeling so cold, so empty, because of the life that was drained from my body. So this is what it feels like to die. How our body feels inside without warmth. How our hearts and organs stop working and decay. This it what it feels like to live in a body that is already dead. This is what it feels like to be immortal."
~Adorabella Dracos Noir~
Bass player of Autumn of Aeons
Story written by Adorabella, bass player of autumn of aeons.
November 21, 2012, 03:40:pm
The night was silent as I walked down the empty street. The wind was still and barely made a sound. Not one creature chirped, not one car hummed, and not one siren rang through the night. The silence was unnerving to my soul, but my heart was still relaxed. I slowly began to enjoy the silence when I heard a sweet melody quiet at first, but growing as I walked.
I did not recognize the melody; it was something I never heard before. I continued to walk while listening when I came to a street. I crossed the street and continued on. I began to notice how the melody was slowly fading away. I stopped in my tracks and glanced back in the direction I came from. Should I keep going or turn around? I questioned myself. I decided to turn around and find the source to the sound. Once I arrived at the same street from before, I turned down the road and continued to move towards the sweet melody.
Now I can hear every note and recognized the tone to that of a violin. I could literally feel my soul lifting out of my body and floating towards the beautiful music. Every single note, every single rhythm brought goose bumps to my skin. The emotion of the piece was so strong; it would change from sweet and light to dark and angry to sad and lonely, but the beauty still remained and pulled me even closer.
I could feel the memories of my past flow through my mind and all my thoughts died down to nothing. My mind felt completely clear and free of all stress. My memories, even my bad ones, no longer phased me. The only thing I was truly aware of was this song and my soul.
I stopped moving, finally noticing my surroundings. I was standing at the gates of the cemetery and only a few feet away stood a boy. The boy’s skin glowed as he played the violin and light bounced off the strings. The violin he played was an odd color, not the normal brown, but so odd that I cannot even begin to describe it. I noticed that his eyes were closed and he swayed with the bow and violin, becoming one with the instrument.
I stood there watching and listening, not wanting to interrupt the song, when my questioning mind came into play. Why is he playing here? Why is he out so late? Who is he? I decided to wait until the end of the song to ask. I could feel the climax coming up as he climbed the scale of the violin. A note erupted from the instrument beginning another melody. Even I began to move with the music.
I could feel the end coming and the wind is now blowing fiercely. I stared into the cemetery and for just I millisecond, I could have sworn that I saw the souls of the dead rising from their graves to enjoy the song as well. That was when the last note was played, the highest note on a violin.
It echoed through the night, breaking through the silence. The last note put my hair on end, sending chills through my whole being. I glanced back at the boy, but he was no longer there. He just disappeared, vanished. Never will I know the answers to my questions. Though he was gone, the note was still there, the melody still there. It remained in the surrounding air.
A thought entered my mind, it was as if he played a concert for the dead, a lullaby to lure them to sleep and help them rest in peace. And it was the most beautiful thing you could hear on such a silent night.