by Narrator » Wed Apr 12, 2017 8:34 pm
As she lies on the cold tiles, Sam's vision slowly fades among the hiss of running water, flowing, slowly, slowly circling into the drain and down into the darkness...
After what feels like moments, but could be an eternity, she can hear the fluttering of dozens, hundreds of wings around her. Slowly voices take form in the noise, whispering.
"The beginning is the end is the beginning is the end is the beginning..."
"Why couldn't you bear the weight of the mantle?"
"The bird with the broke wing fell before it learned to fly."
"Why? Why? Why? Why?"
"No soul can inherit the unclaimed throne..."
"What is the Bishop without his Queen?"
"All is washed away but the threads..."