Amala: A memory lost [On hold]

Amala: A memory lost (Chp. 1)

Their scared eyes followed her with suspicion as her feet carried her along the village path, and the crowd parted quickly to let her pass, in fear that they may be a target if left standing there before her. Parents pulled their children away, not knowing that there was no real danger under the cloak where her arms lay folded across her chest as they tried to carefully gather around her in curiosity. She looked to be someone with great power, a terrifying power at that, and they thought it best just to turn away and leave her be. Occasionally looking back to see if the threat to their existence was gone, they acknowledged the fact that they didn’t know her, yet they were also frightened by her very presence.

When she walked, she placed a blank expression upon her face, but somehow her purple eyes still appeared dark and cold, hiding a silent rage that she didn’t know how to control. Her black hair draped over her shoulder, even when pulled back into a high ponytail, and the two purple streaks in her hair that would’ve framed her face perfectly, were tucked away behind her ears. If one looked close enough, her features were gentle and almost motherly, but a face that would’ve seemed gentle and beautiful had grown hard and angry with time.

“Irene!” a familiar voice called her name as the crowd continued to part.

Irene stared off in the direction that it sounded from as the woman ran forward to greet her. She watched as the soft brown hair trailed behind her, and as a smile spread across her face, revealing both surprise and happiness that she was there. The woman’s tabby colored eyes glistened in the setting sun as she stopped to catch her breath, and her mocha skin glowed with a different sense of happiness as she then looked up to face her. Her beauty was undeniable, as was her gentle nature.

“I thought you were going to wait on the outskirts of the village.” She stated, raising her eyebrows with the same amount of curiosity that had shown in her smile.

Irene’s nostrils flared in anger as she looked away, “That’s what I thought as well.”

“Well nevertheless, I’m glad you came.” She smiled as she wrapped her hand around Irene’s wrist and pulled her along, “This village is great! There are so many shops despite its small size, and the villagers are so polite.”

“To you.” She corrected irritably.

The woman turned to face Irene with her hands on her hips, “Well, maybe if you were to lighten up they wouldn’t be as fearful of you, and that includes your attitude. With that scowl you plaster onto your face every time someone tries to show any sign of affection, it’s no wonder they find your presence discomforting.”

Irene merely grunted in agreement, but by no means did she have any intention of lightening up. The woman seemed to know this and simply shook her head to show her disapproval as she continued to pull Irene through the crowd. Trying to convince Irene to do something was like trying to move a brick wall, and she wasn’t going to waste her energy arguing when there was someone waiting for her return.

“I shouldn’t have listened.” Irene thought to herself as their names were called in the distance.

“Hey Katrine, over here!” came the voice of a young man waving his arms to get their attention.

“I think we would have found you without the yelling Robert.” Katrine laughed playfully before placing herself at his side.

“You know I like to make a big entrance.” He smiled sarcastically before kissing her forehead and turning to Irene, “I’m glad you decided to come.”

Irene narrowed her eyes in accusation. He may not have said it, but what he meant was that he was surprised by her decision; she could see it underneath his dark brown eyes.