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Soul of Darkness.
The night was broken, Whispered voices cold and dead. Saphira’s body twisted among the bed sheets. Cold death invaded her dreams, Her breath came out in mists, she slept fitfully, tossing and turning, tossing and turning. She was so cold her dreams invaded by shadowing figures, which she knew was her reality. Her eyes closed tight and tears slowly formed. “NOOOOOOOO” A scream ripped from her throat, She was shivering through her silken nightdress, and her hands clasped her arms, holding herself together, trying to catch her dying warmth. She surveyed the room with her bright sapphire eyes still glistening with diamond tears. The window was wide open the panes batting on the side of the grey wall, a small breeze lighter than air brushed her cheek, making her shiver to her bones. The light gossamer curtains seemed to reach out for her cradled form, hiding among the quilts of goose feathers. The moon looked at her with great sorrow as if it knew something she didn’t. The dream pained her and she dared not to live her sleeping chamber.
Her head buried in her knees, bracken hair waist long fell around her face sticking to the wet cheeks, so much deceit and pain, haunted her memories making her press tighter to her knees. She rustled the bedclothes from her knees, untwisting her long slender legs from swirling mass of silken sheets; she arched her back like a young cat. Hands with trembling fingers ran down smoothing the hair, which tumbled in curls and waves with sweet elfin ears twitching with sadness. She slowly lifted herself off the bed, dainty feet wincing as they touched the cold marble. A shiver chilled her spine, her legs stretched towards the window. Like a whisper in the shadows she ascended towards the chilled panes of the open window. Her nightdress bustled at her knees it seemed to make her glow bright white, she stepped towards her dressing table and hunted for the sapphire stone, she found it glowing bright blue, a strange humming sound emerge from the stone vibrating violently in her palm, she was starting to feel worried it had never done this before, warily she placed it round her slender neck. It felt cold between her shoulder blades, shivering again she stepped towards her open window, the panes of glass batting gently against her side. She stared beyond the horizon wishing her future were clearer, why was the sun and moon bringing eternal darkness into her life her thoughts rambled.
A crash of glass shattered her daydream followed by her parents scream. Fright froze her to the spot, her senses tingling with a strange sensation, her thoughts dazzled by the unknown.
She knew at last her prophecy was being fulfilled.
Her breathing echoed in her ears, she could feel the telltale chill creeping against her spine,
“The nightmare’s,” she whispered feeling the chaos of her own feelings, perhaps it was time. Time to be the legend which so many people craved her to be, after all only a pureblooded elf could stop Hiem’s 3000 year old rule, full of death and pity, of soulless creatures wallowing in darkness. She stirred herself towards the shadows fumbling around trying to find the rug sack she needed in case she needed to run to another place in search for refuge, she dared not switch her light in case it would give some indication to her enemies that she was awake from her sleeping chamber. She fumbled around; her hands met cool leather straps of her rug sack she hurled it from under her quilt and flumped it down, she frantically searched for items of clothing and shoved them inside, she felt lost and lonely, but trying to stop the pain from taking over, holding back tears like a whisperer of the shadows she crept like death, quietness seemed to drain her sorrows into further treachery. Why was her existence plagued with misfortune but now was not the time to wallow in sadness, now it was time to try and escape to Aesop, city of tales.
 Saphira Moonlily · Mon Nov 20, 2006 @ 03:35pm · 1 Comments |
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