For a time there was darkness.
I found the bird. The bird found me. It led me to a man, who led me to a mansion. A woman there promised to help me, to rid me of the voices.
The man led me down, down into the darkness. He chained me to a wall there. I know not why. He said it would help. It did not. I hung there in the blackness. No windows, no no candles, no light. Blackness and silence.
They spoke more to me. They became louder and louder. They shouted, they screamed, they mocked and laughed, they stole her voice. I heard her. I know it was her voice, but it was not her. Why would Blodwynn be shouting in the dark? She was not. It was them. They were pretending to be her. They were trying to trick me.
My wolf came for me. I tried to tell him to leave me, that I was seeking help here, but he would not listen. He never listens. Maybe that is for the best.
They call me mad now. Blodwynn and Baradar. They think I cannot hear them speak, but I can. I can hear them and I can hear the others. So loud, so very loud. I hear them call me "mad" or "not right in the head." Are they right? Maybe.
I see what they cannot, though. I see them; the shadows. I see them in the spaces between things, trying to hide in the cracks of the world. I see them there. I also see them in windows. They hate that they are reflected there. In the spaces they can hide better, but they cannot hide in the glass. They try, but it shows them anyway.
I watch them now. If they must insist on harassing me so, then I shall do all in my power to make them uncomfortable, to make them go away. I watch them just to make them unhappy.
