Dawn Of Domhan

The Beginning

In the early morning Dawn woke to the sound of harsh rain slashing her window. Sat up with a jolt rubbing her emerald eyes. She closed her book that still laid across her chest, placing it to the side of her. She stood up from bed thinking of the book she had read the day and night before. The main character was an artist who in the story discovered what love was and what it really meant while on a journey of a lifetime. Dawn sighed and laughed to herself. She grabbed clothes out of her dresser. After changing, she stood in front of her large silver framed mirror brushing her hair. She wore a white long sleeved, knee length dress, with a golden ribbon around the waist. Her long, wavy black hair was styled with two pieces from the front pulled to the back and tied with a silver pin. Dawn smiled at her reflection, her dress was so pretty and elegant, as Dawn moved it flowed with her. She laughed as she couldn't help spinning in the gorgeous dress. The beautiful dress waved like the sea as I spun in front of her mirror. When she stopped turning it took a moment to gather herself, feeling like the wooden floorboards were shifting under her feet. When the dizzying feeling ended she headed to her door but her calendar caught her eye, as she turned to look at it noticing that the twenty ninth of November was circled. Her jaw dropped as she blinked to make sure her mind wasn’t playing with her.
“How did I forget my own birthday? Me! I never forget anything!” She scolded herself. The day was circled and the number sixteen was written inside. But the thought that it was her birthday made her smile. She walked through the hall to the kitchen. When she walked in her mother leaned against the counter, glaring at Dawn. Dawn didn’t look anything like her mother, while she had black hair, emerald eyes, and beautiful tanned skin. While her mother had light brown hair, hazel eyes. She was a pale and thin woman with dark circles around her eyes making them look hollow, and she never smiles. Never, not once that Dawn could remember. Her mother wore her long, olive night gown that was too big for her body, falling off her shoulders as the gown was falling apart at the seams.
“You look awfully cheerful this morning.” she said with a hollow voice, like she didn’t feel anything. Dawn’s cheerful smile faded at her mother's comment and she looked down from her gaze.
“It’s my birthday mother,” She muttered. Her mother groaned, at her daughter’s remark. Her hollow eyes filled with fury as she gazed down at her daughter.
“Look up when  you speak to me” She screamed. Dawn looked down at the tiled floor from her mother’s furious gaze. She closed her eyes trying not to cry. She tried to push all her emotions down. Looking up at her mother with an emotionless face.
“I’m s-sorry, mother.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. Her mother continued gazing at her eyes fueled with fury.
“Don’t apologize! Do it right the first time!” Her mother yelled. Dawn looked into her eyes not knowing what to do or say. Her mother closed her eyes and sighed, a hint of anger still left in her breath, then took a drink of water from a glass on the counter. Dawn's smile returned slightly as her mother calmed down and returned to her emotionless face.
“What’s for breakfast, mother?” Dawn asked calmly, making sure to look her mother in the eye. Dawn’s mother turned her back to her daughter, holding onto the edge of the counter.
“Instant oatmeal” she said, her voice sounded hollow once again, like all the feeling faded and left her body again. Dawn sat down in a chair at the table. A few moments later her mother handed her a chipped bowl full of plain oatmeal. Dawn smiled and thanked her, but her smile wasn’t returned. Instead her mother sat across from her with her own bowl but didn’t touch it just stared at it with her hollow eyes. As Dawn looked at her mother with saddened eyes. After she was finished eating, Dawn took her bowl and put it in the sink. She walked to her mother’s chair to grab her mother's bowl. Before she could grasp it, her mother grabbed her wrist. Dawn quizzically looked at her mother.
“I’m sorry” she whispered quietly, Dawn could barely hear her.        ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Dawn gathered her brown coat, putting it around body then putting on and lacing up her brown  boots to match. She put on her hood as she left through the front door. The rainy weather calmed down as she walked. Even under the hood Dawn felt the droplets and cold on her face. She came to the entrance of an oak forest. The forest went on for miles and didn’t seem to have an end. Dawn stood in front of two trees that bended over creating an archway. Dawn sighed then took her first steps into the forest of dying oaks. After the morning she had, she needed a walk. It was a common occurrence that her mother would act and yell without thought. Dawn wondered often if her mother couldn’t control what she says and does because she would calm herself down if she got angry or yelled. Dawn’s grandmother had told her when she was young that after she was born her father left-disappeared to no trace. And after that her mother was heartbroken, turned into the hollow shell of the woman she once was. Her mother buried every feeling, emotion, and thought she had for years, she never got better. Dawn waked further into the forest, she was so lost in thought she hadn’t realized how deep within the forest she had gotten. It was getting darker and the trees were so thick it was getting hard to see, the rain wasn’t making it any better. As Dawn kept walking through all the dead oaks and found herself  in the middle of a large clearing. As Dawn looked around she saw that a massive willow tree stood in front of her, the tree’s branches were dead, they were gray. Dawn couldn’t even see its trunk beyond its great many branches that fell to the ground and flowed with the wind. Dawn stared at the almost beautiful tree. As the wind flew through the tree’s branches and leaves. Dawn closed her eyes and she could hear it with the wind as though the tree was singing the most beautiful melody urging her forward. She walked towards the tree, moving the branches aside. Inside the willow’s leaves was the most magnificent thing she had ever seen. On the inside the willows leaves were a vibrant green, the leaves were alive. The whole tree was alive. The ground beneath the great willow’s trunk was green, and vibrant colored flowers grew around the trunk and in bunches around the ground where Dawn stood. Twinkling fireflies flew around the trunk of the tree like the tree was giving life to everything around it. Dawn closed her eyes again and the  beautiful melody continued to play, she walked closer to the trunk and placed her hand on its bark. The trunk began to glow under her fingerprints. To Dawn’s amazement the light spread to the whole tree. The light was blinding, Dawn felt like the tree was pulling her away from her reality. Dawn was consumed by the bright light. The light soon dimed for a moment until Dawn felt as though she was falling-falling faster each second. The space around her became brighter again and as each second passed she was falling faster and the space became brighter. Dawn fell until she hit the ground hard and painfully on her back, she laid there, the ground was soft, and the smell of lavender was in the air. She opened her eyes and groaned as she sat up. She looked around the area she was in. Tall green trees and soft grass surrounded her.
“Where-what was that?” She asked herself.