Lost Humanity of Silaes

I write this under great psychological distress for I have indeed lost every form of humanity left inside my conscious mind. If your hands have somehow reached this then I sincerely apologize and hope you won’t read any further.

This emotional tension began when the plane, in which I have found myself in, was commandeered by foreign men that knew nothing of laughter. It was followed by a series of unfortunate situations that resulted in us landing offshore on unfamiliar soil.

After a while, it became noticeable that even our captures knew not of where we were nor how to find our way home and with due time, I silently planned an escape with two other men.

Our departure went unnoticeable in the eyes of our kidnappers and even our fellow hostages, but at the present moment our escape seems nothing but a burden Leo and I carry for Matthew has met his demise at the hands of Silaes not so long after our hushed breakout.

After our escape, the three of us hid deep within one of the countless freezing stone caves in the mountains at night with the intention of waking up and searching for any random way we could communicate with the outside world, but mother nature had other intentions and our first night it poured down rain any monsoon season of North America.

It might have not hailed buckets of water on us but the freezing temperature reached our bones and we resulted in curling up on each other for warmth. Our thoughts remained of the people still onshore.

Have they survived?

Very unlikely.

The next two days were spent wondering whether the storm would cease.

Hunger hit soon after our first night but we had to pull through. Matthew frequently asked Leo about the human body and food.

“How many days can a person survive without food?”

“Three weeks. I wish I would say the same about water. Most people can’t live for three days without it.”

“Water wouldn’t be a problem for us.”

That discussion was repeated several times in the same hour for three days or more.

It didn’t matter how many hours or days we spent for no one had any willpower left to count. Until one faithful morning where Matthew woke up to the rays of sunlight hitting the corner of his eyes. His maniac laughter woke us up and it made Leo wonder if it was the lack of food or the instinct to survive that made us laugh repeatedly.

And for a while, we were happy with our living existence.

Until we weren't.

As the next starry night passed by, the hunger rumbled our stomachs and we grew eager to rejoin the civilized world.

The next day, we departed from the cave me marked as ours and moved throughout the island, where we witnessed our first shock.

The darkness followed by the rainy nights back then masked the horrendous creatures that inhabited those soils well.

They blended with the tropical forest within the island.

And as I carefully found my way across the trees and under the branches, I laid eyes on the most horrific of all beasts I've had the misfortune to encounter.

I felt the crawling feeling of a hand being placed on my right shoulder and as I turned around to face Leo, the only face that stared back at me was one of my kidnappers.

The howls of fear, that slipped unconsciously from between my lips, were heard throughout the unmapped area.

A fuzzy, insect-looking beast of considerable size had the face of one of the foreign men, that was responsible for my luckless situation, was between its teeth.

The head slowly got crushed in between the nameless entity's teeth and at that moment, I knew my head would be next.

The worm-like brute spawned its numerous legs and made its way towards me, only to steal some sniffs of my smell and turn to go on its way, leaving me to collect what was left of my sanity.

'That creature does not exist.' I found myself in the need of that constant reminder in order to survive. 'It's just the hunger that's making it seem real.'

After that encounter, I found myself unable to utter a single word.

Leo fished and was very generous with what he caught. I managed to light a fire using the light reflection that shone from the glass of the watch tied around my wrist.

Matthew kept rambling about his adventures in Australia and New Zealand to the point where it was no longer believable and made a few laughs.

And the next day, I would wake up to find Matthew's head detached from his body and only one explanation.

My sizable caterpillar friend was indeed not just a cannibal, but a murderer as well, and he had claimed the life of Matthew, the soul of our little team.

The reaction of Leo was understandable as he shrieked shakingly before finally catching a breath.

It was no longer safe for us.

"You have chosen to disrespect me on my island, on my own home. Now, I shall return the favor." A voice rang in our ears and we no longer cared for food nor drink. "My throne is high in the mountains."

The mysterious deep voice's last words seemed to be an invitation of some sort to the mountain if we were to make it.

I turned towards Leo and asked him to join me, in which he questioned the motives of the mysterious voice. My assurance was at its place and we united together and walked the mountain, ignoring our cave and the ones after it until we finally reached our destination and entered a stone passageway.

There were no obstacles, nor any traps which raised doubts in my mind.

We finally reached the end and found light radiating from it.

The place, the passageway led us to, was a throne room more radiating than starlight.

It resembled a garden with its waterfalls that glittered under the light.

Leo pinned my attention upwards, towards what seemed to look like stars. They were silver diamonds that created the light blessing the enormous garth.

"Are those diamonds the only artifacts worthy of your gaze?" Asked the mysterious voice sarcastically.

We let down our faces and looked in front of what was sitting on a throne made of carved wood. A metal-entity was covered with black silk and had a wooden mask conceal its face.

Its shape was nearly impossible to describe for there was nothing I compare it with, in our world.

I swallowed my pride and hoped Leo would say something. My hope proved me wrong.

"Well, aren't you doing to say something? I invite you over to be met with silence. This is quite disappointing."

The caterpillar-creature crawled from the walls and onto the pillars until it finally reached his throne. "You have met my lovely Thrin'Yix. Haven't you? Your thief of a friend certainly did."

"Matthew?"

"Matthew?" He mocked. "You finally say something. Yes, he stole something of mine."

I swallowed my saliva and knew I would instantly die in a moment or two. "And so you killed him?"

"Now you're comprehending something in that little brain of yours."

"How could you? He was a-a person with-"

"He was a thief. You're lucky you aren't going to meet the same fate." The giant caterpillar crawled onto the walls again, never to be seen again.

"Thrin'Yix. My poor child, he needs some sacrifices in order to finally spawn itself into his magnificent final form."

"The Kidnappers, the Passengers."

"Yes, they weren't enough. I needed one more. Curse Phivin for all those years of torture my child has suffered."

I felt the body of Leo shaking furiously. "You killed all those people, Matthew, just for that little beast!"

His public rage was met with silence.

And silence.

And silence.

Until finally, the entity spoke. "He can eat you too if you'd like."

He waited for one of us to formulate an answer, but none dared to speak. "I didn't think so. Consider yourself lucky, human. For your entire species lives just as a small gesture from me, Silaes, King of Faces, to Umnier, King of... whatever the little brat is king of."

And with a snap of his fingers, it all became pitch black.

Leo and I found ourselves unconscious on a beach in Miami with the exact same memories. He had chosen to believe it was all a nightmare after we were hospitalized and had repeated it over and over until the lie turned into his truth. He never met the man known as Matthew. But I won't lie.

I write this under great psychological distress for I have indeed lost every form of humanity left inside my conscious mind.