Where The Streets Have No Name
Author: Jessica Massey
Date: June 26, 2005
CHAPTER ONE - Beginning
I walk through the streets alone. No one by my side. No one to tell
me everything would be all right. There was no one. Devoid of all life
and decaying, the street continues on in the distance. I remember a time
when I walked this street in the company of a friend. A long ago, distant
memory it all seemed. So much had happened. You were now a memory. Mine
alone. Not that it mattered, you had always been mine. Always. You always
would be. What had once been our journey, was now mine to continue. Without
you. How funny that sounded. I laugh aloud. The echoing sound makes a
point in showing me just how alone I am. Turning to glance at the destroyed
buildings I pass, I notice that I've never paid them any attention until
now. Now that they were destroyed. How ironic. Life seems to be full
of inside jokes. My tired feet once again meet with the main street. I
stop for what seems like the first time in days. Pondering where to go.
Wondering what I should do. There was nothing for me here. Only dead
memories and pain. I don't like pain. Looking to the left I can see the
sun setting in the distance. A fiery red blur to my tired eyes. The ocean
lies beneath patiently waiting for the sun to end it's eternal journey.
A brief glance to the right tells me that the moon will be full. It is
red tonight. How appropriate. After what has occured here I can't say
that I blame it. I have made up my mind. Softly a breeze blows as I walk
to the sea. The street ends where it meets the once white sand. Sitting
down seems to be the only thing on my mind at the moment. A relief to my
body. My brain now seeks the opportunity to sink into contemplation and
I have no protests. I muse over the events that have led me here. Now here
I am at the end, but the beginning? I'm not even sure myself really.
This is my city. Well, it was my city, at the beginning. Before the pain,
dying and death. Now it only serves as a reminder of what once was. Once
it was beautiful. Once it held life, love and hope. It had not only been
a place of dwelling, until now it had been a place of living. Of life. To
me it feels like an eternity of lifetimes ago. Yet, I know that is not so.
This wonderful place had held so much promise of greater things to come.
Now it was fading into the past. A minute in the perpetuity of time. There
is no one left to remember. It is a treasure in my heart forever. No one
left to recall the names of the people that once walked the now nameless
streets. Not that I knew myself. Before, I never had much time for such
trivial matters. Now it was another forgotten nameless city. Truly a place
where the streets have no name. Now I recall the name of the city. Yes,
it is called Freya. My name? Luna Solis. I shall never forget yours, Avalon.
But I forget, this is not the beginning. I am still at the end. Stories
always start at the beginning.
Our race was a proud one. Maybe that was what started our downfall. In
this place and time we had developed well beyond our earthly ancestors.
Now I am the only one left. I guess that it is easier to tell our story
the way I remember. Through my eyes.