Guardian's Redemption

Chapter One

Those deep vibrant, damning eyes were haunting. Drawing the woman into the dark endless void of their vile embodiment. She could not tear her brown eyes away from the emptiness. In she went, her world becoming something indescribable for to say that it was nothing was to say that it was something. There was an emptiness everywhere, not a spec of light to reveal the surroundings around her as she became almost one with the darkness.
    
A flicker of a small light began to sparkle in the far distance. Fear gripping her soul, the woman began to run upon the non existent ground. She could not see her body, but she could feel it. Her heart pounding hard behind her rib cage. The brown hair that went to her shoulders flowing behind her as her legs plunge her body toward the now growing light. The closer she got the heavier her legs began to feel, quads tightening with each step.

The light was growing as she went. There was something wrong. It was not a white light that illuminated the safe haven she had hoped there was. Instead it was a ball of fire, dark red flames pulsing with such evil that she actually began to prefer the emptiness around her. Her legs no longer moved and yet the ball of flames grew the closer it got. She could not turn her head from the sight that began to unfold before her.

The ball of flames began to open from the bottom up revealing a figure within its hellish depths. A woman seem to float above with furious flaming wings. This newcomer's features hidden from the flickering of shadows that were dancing upon her face. "It is almost time." The voice angelic in nature. There was an elegance to this woman though she could not see the features but her sense felt that elegance. "Do you know who I am?" That voice so soothing, so reassuring.

No, that was the answer but before that answer could be communicated, the body of the woman of fire tighten. A blade came piercing through her chest. In that moment a dark presence revealed itself behind the woman in fire. White hair flowing from this dark being.

Blood began slowly running down the sharp edge of the gleaming sword. Its metallic edge seem horrific than any normal weapon, it was as if it was a blood red sheet of metal. Then it moved to point downwards, the woman of fire slowly falling into nothing. She hit black water, sinking beneath it. The horrific figure turned its head to it's next victim. A devilish smirk upon its snow white, hellish visage. The next victim began screaming in agonizing fear as the demonic being came at them.

Her brown eyes shot open in a sweaty panic, but there was nothing except the poorly built ceiling above that gave a creak in response. Light creeping through the window that had a brave ratted towel hanging to block out the rest of the early morning light. A sigh quietly escaping the mouth of the woman lying in this small shack she called her room. Though the air escaping her gave a small relief that what she saw was nothing more than a nightmare. She couldn't help but shake from the fear. This nightmare the same haunting dream for who knows how long now. The meaning behind it unknown.

The woman slowly sat up still feeling the weight in her legs. She ran both of her skinny hands through her long dirty brown hair, feeling the grime and sweat on her forehead. Oh how she wished there was a shower like back in the old days. She didn't care if the running water was ice cold, just a chance to clean her dust covered body and remove the grime from her hair.

Suddenly those demonic eyes came flashing into her mind for just a moment. She gave a shiver as the voidless sockets began to fade from her mindsight, but never from her memory. There was some meaning to it, but she could never figure it out. Nor did she truly want to. Sleep was something that she always regretted doing.

Ashley had no idea how long she had that nightmare. It never changed. Always some woman that she felt like she knew was killed by some monster in front of her. The violence always unnerved her and she always felt like it snapped her heart at the moment of death. She could never do anything about it and she always felt like the death was her fault. Ashley was not one to cause harm to another, even now days with such rough people coming and going from this small limbering town.