A Voice for the Voiceless: Prologue

Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction, yadda yadda yadda.

Ten years ago, the apocalypse happened.

It was called the apocalypse because it shattered the world as people knew it, but it was neither the apocalypse of Revelations nor the one the anti-war factions had been predicting. No fire came from the sky; no bombs exploded on the ground or in the air.

All that happened afterwards.

When the apocalypse came, it came quietly, in the whispered truths of a white-haired girl.

They later called her the Herald of the Apocalypse, but at the time no one knew who or what she was. She appeared, inescapable, in each and every living human mind, from newborn to deathbed, and told them the truths of their lives.

Mass chaos ensued, and the world’s population polarized.

Those who came to accept their truths found themselves with enhanced forms, the passions of their lives displayed on their bodies. A gun enthusiast discovered his left arm had become one of the weapons he so loved; one who was at peace with herself found that she had gained the ability to make others feel that peace.

Those who refused their truths took on the forms of the sins they would not face. One who refused to acknowledge his blood son became a small child himself; another who refused to acknowledge her husband’s adultery, despite overwhelming evidence, became truly blind.

This is the story of those four, and one more.

~ by Danielle on September 8, 2008.