Screaming, in silence
The earth moves. Never slow, never quiet. There are oceans under the land as there are stars that fall from the sky. There are humans far above, but it is easy to go deep. Easy to find places where even the darkness does not go. There are secrets buried so deep that they are not secrets, simply because no one knows them. I am part of the deep places of the earth now. A river drawn to the ocean. Sometimes I forget, this deep, this far from surface things.
But one cannot drift into nothing. There are currents, dangers, shifts in space. The movement of a century can take place in a moment. One must be aware. And awareness means thinking. I was a mountain once, and a forest. Never long enough for peace. Everything I knew is gone but so much remains. This I know, that it is terrible to be the last of your kind.
I move deeper. Earth turns to other things, this deep. I am liquid and fire and dreams. I have no voice, this deep into the core. A part of me wonders what I scream in this silence. I know it as one word:
Revenge.
I will learn. I will change. I will find what I need, and nothing will be hidden from me. The silence presses down, but the scream only grows. Soon. Soon will be a hundred years, a thousand, a million. I can wait. Revenge can wait for a perfect moment.
If I could smile, I think I would. There is pain, holding myself together so far from anything I know. But the pain is nothing compared to the joy that will come.
I survived. I survive. And I will have my revenge.