Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-5413761-20150204221140

each step took me closer to the edge, the place where the last of my long history would be cast away into the depths of time. My life here on this earth hasn't been the greatest but it has been good, and it has been a long life, and now I can lay that life to rest as nobody needs to tread in my footsteps even though I couldn't be sure nobody ever will. Regardless I would not be the one who inspired them. I looked over the edge clutching the last memory of who I ever was close to me. It would be unceremonious to let it go too early.

Normally this would be such an emotional moment, the end of an era where no new one begins. I did not cry nor show fear at the concept of everything fading away the moment I let go, it is for the best this way.

The sun dipped behind the horizon casting that familiar orange glow that never seemed to change even after the thousands of times of observing it and awing at its eternal beauty. I began to wonder what it must be like for the sun, watching over the world from dawn till dusk and seeing it change so rapidly, from time immemorial to futures unpredictable it will cast its radiance upon us, unchanging and always watching.

I bowed last time and then cast it away, towards the everlasting gaze of its majesty I cast my final memory towards the sun, as it began to fell I watched the gracefully decline down the cliff face upon which I stood. I was entranced by how it fell, as it tumbled through the air hitting the water below, I contemplated if someone would find it later and what they would think of me if they ever found out who cast it away.

Something began to bubble up to the surface from the restless waves, a cascade of crimson as the broken body of the last person to ever remember me floated to the surface, face contorted into a mixture of pain and panic.

He witnessed it all, every atrocity, every person I slaughtered in cold blood and consumed, every baby who I silenced confront of their crying mothers. Every soul I gave.

He blindly followed me, he even helped me but in the process saw what I really was.

Now he rests along with his memory, and I am free to start all over again. 