A Whateley Academy Tale
February 15, 2007
I awoke with a gnawing emptiness inside. It wasn’t hunger, at least not a physical hunger. I was still at the Squire’s HQ building; apparently everyone had just let me sleep whatever it was in one of the spare rooms. There was sound from the main room, but it was quiet. I moved to sit on the edge of the bed while trying to assess the strange sensations churning inside me from somewhere that didn’t seem to really exist.
It was a lack of something. A void that should be full and wasn't. It was like needing the warmth of the sun after being stuck underground, needing to feel the salt air after being stuck in the middle of the Great Plains, or being desperate for a symphony after being shoved into a sensory deprivation tank. That place inside of me where I reached when blinking was void; the gnawing an echo reverberating in a cavernous pit. It demanded to be filled, and somehow I seemed to know a way to do it.