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Memoir of a Contract - Part Four Back then, we had no concept of death. Not a real one anyway. We knew it as a reality, a fate we would each reach one day, and yet even with Ophelia, a ghost, in our lives, neither Inge nor I had ever shown fear of the inevitability of death. The end of ‘now’, perhaps a beginning of an ‘elsewhere’, and yet ultimately no more than a simple ‘goodbye’. It wasn’t until it came knocking that we realized just how frightening such a thing could be. When the raid began, that’s when it hit us. When it hit me. Death had never frightened me, and even then… Even then, it was not Death that I was afraid of. Not mine. I was afraid of living. Living without my beloved Inge, THAT was what terrified me. And so when the screams came and the smell of fresh blood filled my nose, I wanted nothing more than to know he was safe. It was Ophelia that I called to. It was Ophelia that I put all my trust in. It w
I Wish... - LoreleiI wish… I wish… More than anything…I wish these voices would leave me.A moment of silence, a way to clear the dust, to empty my head.I want a moment where I am not called upon, A moment where I can ignore the dead, Ignore their final wishes. Besides… Who am I to carry their burdens? Who am I to finish their unfinished business? Who am I to grant their wishes when I cannot even grant my own? Why must a matter such as the blood in my veins bind me as a slave to the dead…?My own ghosts, My own skeletons - Aren’t they enough…?I wish, more than anything,For a single day of silence…
Memoir of a Contract - Part Three At this point, Inge and I had befriended the church in our town and were spending most of our days there, with Alexander Diederich, a boy just a few years older than me. We spent so much time with him, Ophelia was often left to sit and listen to conversations she now had no part in. My brother and I never spoke of her to Alexander, keeping her to ourselves, and yet I think he noticed something, even then, because he would remark once in awhile on how Inge and I both had the bad habit of speaking to ourselves when no one was around. He always said he liked it. Eventually, Alexander told us of how he came to the church, and that he would talk to his parents. Even knowing that they were long since dead, he would speak out to the darkness, just to tell them something interesting each day. I never had the heart to tell him that they were there. That they could hear him. Despite all of our apparent obstacles and differences, we bonded with him quickly, and our fam