16 June 2012
The last banshee sung. Not its usual howl, a warning that death was near, but a hopeless wail of utter despair, a thousand years' pain and suffering ringing out in one sad and beautiful note that lasted for hours.
The banshee was a messenger of death, a guide of the road everyone must walk. It had been. Humans, ever terrified of things they knew nothing of, had hunted down the banshees, calling them servants of Satan who must be killed. The last banshee mourned her lost sisters, slain or driven away into starvation to perish.
The last banshee's song was no ordinary death song. She sung for a dead race, an eerie melody for none but the banshee herself to hear. The song started to fade, faint but no less powerful.
The last notes faded away, leaving nothing but a small and lonely silence, a momentary void in the world that had once been occupied by the banshees. Everything passes in time.
Last Banshee • Opuss № I