A humanoid being, completely void of light, wandered a barren wasteland of ash. Dark clouds, hanging high seemed to watch the emptiness below it. The creature had been wandering for so long, it had lost the meaning of time. Only one thing was left for it, walking.
Crunch, crunch, crunch… it wouldn't stop moving. Crunch, crunch, crunch… it had no reason to exist. Crunch, crunch, crunch… that was the only sound that there was. Not even the whispers of wind would present themselves in this graveyard for hope. Why did it do this? What was the point? Why doesn't it end it all?
There was no end, no light, no hope in sight. The cold embrace of nothingness was all that was left for the strayed shadow. It didn't even know what it was. All thats left of the aimless husk was a mere body.
It didn't know why it did choose to end itself sooner. It's not as if its existence is a harm or a blessing, instead its existence is the suffering of itself. It wished for a life with other conscious beings but there is no longer such a thing other than itself.
It had become the manifestation of madness. It lived long enough for its whole brain to rot but still live whilst barely clinging onto what little sanity it had left. Isolation, burnout, loneliness, depression. All these things, gnawing at it for the millenniums that it existed in. It is so old it doesn't even know where it is, doesnt know what is is, doesn't know why it exists.
It's empty eyes stared at the two suns setting. Their yellow glow resonating in the abyss that it calls home. That light soon turned pitch black as the specks of white started to dot the night sky, creating the twilight.
The perpetual smell of sulfur entering its decayed lungs. Even after all these years, the smell stayed unbearable and percepibale even though it's body was completely numb.
Using what little life it had left, the almost finished corpse screamed with no vocal chords to scream with. It's eyes filled with agony and pain.
It drew its last breath and soon after, the ash ridden world soon covered the cadaver, making sure not to leave a trace behind. Now all that was left of that world were remnants of a forgotten past. It was gone.
A head splitting headache woke it up. It grabbed its head as a response to this new pain. Blurred senses made it hard to make anything out. Aren't I dead? It thought. A rough, muffled voice called out from a distance. Sweat poured down off it's face like a towel in a hurricane. As it's blinking quickened, so did the headache. As it turned to face the ceiling, a muffled clanging noise appeared and stopped when it stopped turning.
The headache slowly dissapated into a stinging mist that lingered in it's head. That didn't matter now. First, it needs to know where it is. The sense of sight was still somewhat clouded but comprehensible.
Damp, moldy planks were unevenly scattered across the floor and walls, leaving gaps allowing for the icy winds to blister directly into the room. In between the planks and into the outside, you could see a large amount of snow piling and piling in the stormy, dark climate. A chair with a broken leg was placed diagonally nearest to it's left foot. Overall, the room was dimly lit making hard to see further details. The ceiling had a burned-out lantern with melted wax dripping on its head, now dripping into its eyes.
A convulsion overtook it's body but was stopped by something with the sound of metal clanking. All it's senses returned back to it and the wallowing feeling of regret overwhelmed the underexposed-to-emotion being.
This truly was an unfortunate predicament. A mask with daggers facing it's mouth that tore into its skin entering his body. Shackles with spikes tipped with blood completely covered it. Blood? I've never bled. Thats when it realised. It was no longer it. It was human.
"Stop movin' round you bitch" A masculine, husky voice shouted in an angered tone.
Desperate degenerates… the male human thought. His thoughts were disturbed by a high pitched scraping sound behind him. There was another slave just like him before his eyes. The slave looked at him and smiled. The slave had pale skin, long dirty brown hair and blue eyes and was short, maybe a child. It was too dark to tell. The most distinct feature about her was the long ears that twitched as their eyes met. She was chained to the wall with a collar that was covered in blood. The only similarity between the girl and the boy was the tarnished clothes they both wore. A worn-out potato sack was a better word.
Her eyes were stilled filled with hope that she may leave. He knew that her delusions wouldn't last long. She said in a soft voice.
"Hello, you finnaly woke up"
"Hello" The male slave was surprised at his own voice. The sound he made was awfully height pitched. After looking at his cut hands he realised he was a young boy. That wasn't the only thing that surprised him; he thought that he would gain more satisfaction speaking to someone other than himself but instead he felt nothing.
"Whats your name?"
Good question… the boy thought. I guess it's best to give myslef a name.
"I am Nifr… Nifr Odipes. What about you my damsel?" He said as he chuckled.
Nifr couldn't see it but he knew she was blushing. The girl stammered in a higher pitched voice.
"I - im Nere. Nere Sarpere. Elf."
"Oh, shall I mention my race. Very well then, I am Nifr Odipes. Human." Nifr said as he smiled.
Nifr didn't say anymore. His smile melted into a frown. He knew that it was best not to make relationship with a person your about to kill. It was the only way to leave.