ladyoftime: (split screen uncertain)
Silence.

It’s the first thing she notices. Silence, heavy and thick, coating the planet. She accidentally crushes a pile of dead leaves under her boot; she feels the crunch, but doesn’t hear anything. The sound is snatched away before it can reach her ears, gobbled up the silence.

She stands still for a moment, considering possibilities, then climbs a nearby cropping of rocks for a better look at the place, her movements eliciting no sound. From the top, she can see a city, unnaturally still, and a road, and a sign that might once have read “5 miles” or “1 mile” or “Population 1,000,000” but is now blank.

She purses her lips and sets off down the road.


(This is not that story. This is the story of beginnings, and endings, and the bits in the middle. If it muddles, well. Once upon a time can be overwritten.)


These are the scars that silence carved. )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 297 - Crushed
Word count: 886
Serial: Through a Mirror, Darkly
ladyoftime: (split screen uncertain)
Prelude 12/21 )


Community: [livejournal.com profile] theatrical_muse
Prompt: 233 - Surprise! Your mother/a priest/an arch nemesis/the tax man/dinosaurs/your ex/a famous talk show host is at the door -- and at a most inopportune moment! Now what?!
Word Count: 187
Serial: Through a Mirror, Darkly
Author's Note: Um. It's a prologue. Actual story arch to come later. PEE ESS white text.

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