Wick Chapter Two- The Reception DepartmentWick. Chapter Two. The Reception DepartmentIf you dropped a candle, would its fragile embers go out? Or would it ignite to the carpeting at your feet? Would such a terrible fall destroy its innocent light, or would it suddenly rise up and ablaze? Falling is not a time when gravity becomes a friend. Gravity becomes a test of how fragile you truly are. Because when you are dropped by a force you do not control, you can only pray that you are strong enough to survive beyond your decent.My Shepherd, as I opted to call her, led me further down the river where the rapids were still too active to be calmed with a layer of ice. We soon found ourselves in the woods; a wonderland Victor and I used to visit often. I had doubts Victor would set foot here any time in the near future. However, I had a sick feeling in my gut that I'd be back here sooner, which I can't imagine is a good thing. I am dead after all, right? Of course, my hopes were slightly raised. Maybe if I was lucky, I co
Wick Chapter One- The Ice BreakerWick. Chapter One- The Ice BreakerIt is of common belief that if you blow out a candle, then the light will go out. However, everyone seems to forget about the little embers left behind. The same goes for death. Just because you have gone cold doesn't mean it's the end. It is, in several cases, the beginning of eternity; an unlimited amount of time. Unlimited; meaning that you count the days and years until you decide to stop counting, lose track of your place in it all and you lay it all to rest at last. Not until then will you find peace. But don't think that you will not have work to do while you wait for the last day.Such is the case I call my own. I am Maxwell Wick; a child of nine years who lived in a small British town in 1849. It was a town like many others that was plagued by a bitter winter. It was a place where crop failure was commonplace to match a crumbling economy this time of year. But like most children, it took a lot more than a frozen gust to break a spi
Wick: The PrologueWick: The PrologueI have walked through many timesI have witnessed loved ones become memoriesI have seen famine and greed turn human to beastAnd I've seen suffering in all shades of colorHowever, from this pain, I haveWatched beauty learn to thrive in the dark.Where hell dare crawls from the deep,Those with a Will shine their light always.I have seen lifetimes of change and innovationYet much remains the sameAnd while I might not have seen your beginning,I will be there at your ending, Reaping what you've sewn.