The Sacred Rhythm Of The Moors

Chapter 6

I woke up in the middle of the night to someone tapping at the kitchen window. I sat up instantly after comprehending from where the sound seemed to come from. Eva and Theresa were fast asleep, saving me from the plethora of interrogations. I put aside the quilt I was covering myself with and slowly opened the door while I hoped it doesn't creak behind me. As I walked out of the room, I could see the vague hint of light coming from the far end of the forest signaling that the people of the village had reached to the girl's rescue. I looked around the living room, found no one and turned to the kitchen. The small tapings on the window continued as I walked towards it carrying a wooden bat from the corner.

"Who's there?" I asked in an alerting tone.

"Aurora! It's me, Klara. Open the door, girl. I have been doing this from the past hour," a squeaky voice spoke from the other end of the window.

Klara. I quickly walked towards the window and slid it open.

"What on earth are you doing here in the middle of the night?" I asked my one and only friend that I had for as long as I can remember.

"Mother and father are gone for the witch hunting and I wished to spend some time with you. I am bored," Klara said with a mischievous smile on her face.

I rolled my eyes at her choice of words. "Well, firstly, it's not a witch hunting. Someone is in actual danger. Secondly, I want to sleep, Klara. I am tired."

"Oh please. Don't you think you should spend some time with your friend when she's in need?" she asked me with a desperate look on her face. "Besides, I have so many things to tell you!"

"What things?"

"Well, you will find out, won't you?" she said and made that face. "I know Alice isn't home. I saw her leave."

I groaned and placed the bat on the counter. "Fine."

As I walked towards the front door, the faint glow of the candle on the center table caught my eye. It was almost out so I decided to place another one to avoid the whole house going completely dark.

"Come quickly!" Klara cried, this time from the other end of the door. I hadn't noticed her coming around.

Without saying another word, I opened the front door slowly, to avoid making any noise. Waking Eva up in the middle of the night was never a good idea.

"Hello," Klara said as I unlocked the door. Her face was lit with the twilight of the candle. She was beautiful, carrying copper brown eyes placed symmetrically on her round face. Her hair was short, shorter than mine and reached an inch or two below her shoulder. Her skin matched the color of her eyes, and it gave a perfect glow under the moonlit sky.

"Hey," I said, smiling at her. "Come in. And be quiet. Eva is sleeping."

She nodded and placed each foot at a time in a dramatic manner and came inside. I closed the door behind her sneaking one last glance at the road. "Where were all the people?" I thought to myself.

I waited for Klara to say something. Something that she said she wanted to, although I won't be surprised if she didn't. She was always the mischievous one amongst us. The one who couldn't keep still for a very long time and the one who fought for the things she believed in. Her loyalty was something that I could always count on. She was special that way. Her mother was a friend of my father's and also a member of the village council. She was the complete opposite of her daughter, placid, reserved and thoughtful. Whenever I went to Klara's as a child and as of now, Luca, her mother was often absent. And when she stayed, she often asked me questions regarding my writings or my interests. She seemed as if she was a strict women, although all those years with her had proved otherwise.