The boy looked down below the bridge, and saw what can only be described as an eternal realm of darkness. And to the boy’s surprise, the abyss had a voice.

“What are you doing here, boy, all on your own?” The abyss said.

The boy, surprised himself, and was hardly phased by the fact he was talking to darkness.

So he said, “I’m not sure.”

This wasn’t a lie, he really WASNT sure. The most recent memories he had were in his own house, asleep next to his wife. Now, he was on a bridge that seemed to stretch on and on. With no one but the strange voice to talk to.

“Well,” said the abyss, “I can tell you why; I can tell you anything you want. Ask it, and I’ll tell, for I am the voice of wisdom unattainable by any mortal. I know all and see all, and I can see the darkness growing inside you.”

“Me?” The boy asked, vastly interested now.

“Oh yes, it has always been there you know. I can see it it has been growing it’s vines around you little by little. And now it seeks to have control.”

The boy felt a chill roll down his spine.

“Control of me?”

“Yes, and by the looks of it, it already has. You are ready, you are ripe, you are home now.

The boy blinked and realized that he was standing on the ledge of the bridge. It looked so easy to fall into the darkness, into the cold. And yet, he somehow felt at peace, for the first time in so long.

“Yes, now come down to me, and I can share with you the knowledge of time and space itself. I can give you the world and more; I can give you, EVERYTHING.”

The abyss’s voice seemed to get very excited at the thought.

The boy felt a tugging at his heart just then; as if there was a part of him that wanted to go back home, wherever that was. He couldn’t seem to remember anymore, all that crowded his mind now was the voice, and the promises it laid before him.

And so he jumped.