The Silenced Silence

Part 1
That was one strange dream. Everything was confused and chaotic, as if a billion of sights were carrying on endlessly without giving him enough time to understand what he was seeing. He had the feeling he was floating in an angry sea with a storm of unbearable noises coming from every direction at once. These noises were only screams, howlings, cries, sounds of breaking bones and people running as if escaping from something. All he could do was begging for everything to stop now but even thinking properly wasn't possible. All he was wishing for was for everything to disappear. This long and violent torture. This hail of feelings. This cruel nightmare. Disappear.

And suddenly, everything was gone. The pain. The fear. Everything.

Every part of his body was sore. In the air floated a particular smell. A smell of something old. A smell of something disgusting. A smell of death. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a sky so blue, so beautiful that it was obnixious. This sky dared to be so bright and happy after the nightmare that occured. But what did occure? He couldn't remember. What was his dream about? He didn't remember. Did he dream in the first place? He couldn't tell. He could hear a noise and see black point dancing in the sky as to dirty it. What were these points? All he could tell was their name: "flies". But why were there so many of it? Only a word came to his mouth, alone, with no meaning: "corpses".

But suddenly, both the sky and the flies disappeared in a giant shadow. He didn't knew why but, instead of being afraid by this shadoww, he felt hope. A twisted hope as if their nobody left to hope anything but that it still was their. Soon, a noise, a "voice" covered the annoying humming. A strong, firm voice that asked him:

"Are you alive, kid?"

As soon as he heard the question an incredible pain was filling his head and he let out a moan.

"Ah? Looks like you're still among us. Can you get up?"

Something was reaching for him. This thing, he knew it, was a "hand". He weakly raised his arm to reach shadow. Suddenly, he was attracted by something and the second after, he was "up".

"What is your name, kid?"

All he could do was looking at the shadow while remaining silent with a puzzled expression on his face.

"Can you talk?"

He scaned the area he was in. All he saw was "ruins", "cenders" and "blood". He should probably be astonished but he couldn't. Whatever once was this place it meant nothing to him now. Nothing meant anything.

"Are you listening?"

He turned back his gaze on the shadow.

"Well, whatever. You'll follow me at the nearest village. Come on."

The shadow was straying away from him. He felt the urge to follow it, to follow this last ray of hope. But before doing so, he turned back and looked at the place he was when waking up. He could finally put a word on it.

"Home".