Ethereal Dusk

Chapter 7

Peace.

All I ever sought after was sweet tranquility. A chance to escape the reality that I had trapped myself in. Clouded by my own horrible decisions, everything always felt like a mistake. I just wanted to feel alright again.

I fall.

Deeper and deeper, down down down. I am weightless. I am...

Who am I?

Where am I?

I try and put my hands out in front of me, only to feel some type of resistance. Water maybe? Yes, it feels like water resistance, but I can breathe perfectly fine. I stick my hands out and turn them back and forth as I slowly examine them.

I still fall as I relax my arms and let them fly above my head while peering down. There is nothing around me. All I can see is a blue aura of vibrations and light everywhere I look. The sound of my heavy breathing echoes around me.

It's beautiful.

Peaceful.

Is this death?

Was I ever even alive?

I can't seem to remember who I am or where I came from.

I laugh, the sound echoing further and further away. I laugh harder just to hear it again, my smile stretching ear to ear. My laugh fades into a quiet chuckle as the silence begins to stretch around me.

Suddenly, an odd feeling hits my stomach.

Fear.

Something isn't right.

Where am I?

I begin to panic a little as I continue to fall. I can't think. I don't know where I'm supposed to be. A mans deep voice echoes in from somewhere far away.

"Roslyn."

My neck practically breaks as I look for the source.

"Hello?" I call out as I begin to breathe even faster now.

"Roslyn," he calls again from closer.

I continue to snap my head back and forth until my eyes catch something out in the distance. A small black dot that seems to be growing closer. My heart pounds in my chest as I squint to get a better look.

"Roslyn," his gruff voice echoes.

My body begins to relax at the sound. I'm saved. I reach out toward the figure as I begin to make out the outline, cocking my head as it grows a little closer.

Large, black feathered wings span far out of the sides of the shadowed figure. I snatch my hand back in fear and curiously watch the figure, my brows furrowed.

The shadow wears a long black hooded cloak and a black mask that covers the lower half of his face under the eyes. Messy black strands of hair hang over his forehead slightly from beneath the hood.

He seems about half a football field away now as he calls my name again.

"Roslyn," he says... and she says? The voices layer into one tone. A woman's voice too?

"Who are you?" I ask the figure.

His large wings send dark shockwaves of vibration with each beat.

"Roslyn!" Natalie's voice echoes.

I look up to where the new voice seems to be coming from.

"No, wait!" I cry as light begins to blind me from above and I start to slip away from the shadowed figure.