The new moon rose and the night had chilled the air. All fell silent as the master spoke only one voice rose. It was a soft and humble voice, a voice of a child. One, who did not know better than to interrupt the master. With one swift movement the master was at the turning point and the child vanquished.
The shrill scream of a mother who had just seen her child silenced. The type of silencing you never wake to remember. Having only lived his short life the master had already gained control of the ember world of ashes. Where the deceased walk and the living don't exist. this mother had yet to find her words when her son immobilised let out a horrifying holler, begging for someone to make the burning stop. His skin had the rank of rotting flesh and his body slowly and harshly started to decay. For the mother who stood watching and pleading to the master to stop.
"He is just a boy. He will learn! Just let him go!!" her voice was three times higher than normal. " Please just let him be, master, please!" His eyes lowered and his voice rumbled the earth.
"None who speak when unspoken to live. None who disobey have a say in their punishment, and those who stand for the disobedient shall parish with them in mind." The masters eyes shot the son down. With even more sounding defeat the woman had no choice than to surrender to the master. Yet none ever will serve him, the master. None will live to.
Three years later the mother still lived but the same could not be said for her son. He had died at the age of four when he was considered out of place. It was three years to the dot, the anniversary of her son's death. It was a day of sadness a day of most perplexing silence, the kind you wish not to hear. The kind of quietness you would like for the people who have it to keep it to themselfs.
