At 16 years old, Kenna Eberly knew that her life was going to take a sudden turn. She didn't know when, or why, all she knew was that from the day she turned 16, she had been hearing a voice, speaking to her at night.
He used to call her his Spätzchen, his little sparrow. As if this voice, so silken in its manner, spoke to her from above. She heard him, night after night, calling to her.
"Kenna, Spätzchen." it would say. "Come to me." Kenna often found herself lying awake at night, simply to hear this voice....After some time, she began to respond to it.
"Dunkle Stimme," (Dark Voice) she would answer. "How is it that you know me?" she would ask. Each night, she received the same response from this dark, silken voice which seemed to be entirely disembodied.
"Spätzchen." it would answer. "I have been your watcher for many nights now. Before you even learned to walk, I have observed and protected you. You do not know me now, child, but in time, you shall know all things, about me and about the world." it told her with a slightly triumphant note in its voice.
Their conversations lasted for a few months after her 16th birthday. When the voice began to get anxious as he spoke to her, she too became uneasy. When he began to ask her of her dreams, her aspirations, she wondered why it mattered to him.
"I thought you knew all." she told him one night. "Can you not listen to my thoughts and know that I aspire to write? That I dream of being an accomplished musician before I die?" she asked.
"And what, my little sparrow, would you say if I told you I could give you an eternity of nights to write the novel that will make you famous? An eternity of nights to learn music in every style so that you may be an accomplished musician, but would never have to die?" he asked her, the heat and intensity behind his questions was enough that it made her cower in her bed. "You have two choices. The first, your parents will present you with in the morning. The second, I will present you with tomorrow evening." he assured her, and the ringing silence that followed told Kenna that her Dark Voice was gone for the night, and would not return until the next evening.
And so she waited, to hear the choice her vile parents would give her with the coming dawn....
He used to call her his Spätzchen, his little sparrow. As if this voice, so silken in its manner, spoke to her from above. She heard him, night after night, calling to her.
"Kenna, Spätzchen." it would say. "Come to me." Kenna often found herself lying awake at night, simply to hear this voice....After some time, she began to respond to it.
"Dunkle Stimme," (Dark Voice) she would answer. "How is it that you know me?" she would ask. Each night, she received the same response from this dark, silken voice which seemed to be entirely disembodied.
"Spätzchen." it would answer. "I have been your watcher for many nights now. Before you even learned to walk, I have observed and protected you. You do not know me now, child, but in time, you shall know all things, about me and about the world." it told her with a slightly triumphant note in its voice.
Their conversations lasted for a few months after her 16th birthday. When the voice began to get anxious as he spoke to her, she too became uneasy. When he began to ask her of her dreams, her aspirations, she wondered why it mattered to him.
"I thought you knew all." she told him one night. "Can you not listen to my thoughts and know that I aspire to write? That I dream of being an accomplished musician before I die?" she asked.
"And what, my little sparrow, would you say if I told you I could give you an eternity of nights to write the novel that will make you famous? An eternity of nights to learn music in every style so that you may be an accomplished musician, but would never have to die?" he asked her, the heat and intensity behind his questions was enough that it made her cower in her bed. "You have two choices. The first, your parents will present you with in the morning. The second, I will present you with tomorrow evening." he assured her, and the ringing silence that followed told Kenna that her Dark Voice was gone for the night, and would not return until the next evening.
And so she waited, to hear the choice her vile parents would give her with the coming dawn....
Wird Fortgesetzt (To be continued)
