The Gift The Moon Gave

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

THIUDERIEKS'S POV

Misty blue waters followed the bends and dips of the river bed. The skies were bright and the heavens smiled upon nature, as the sun kissed the skin of all within its reach. Hands hard at work as they depicted the wavering strength of her youth. Legs deep in the abundance of fresh water she wrung the hand woven materials before submerging them into the water once again.

It was the call of Olsan that drew my attention, but within the vast mass of land no one stood. Returning my gaze to the misty waters she was no longer there. My heart beat loudly against my flesh, the sounds of drums played within my ears. My body was unfeeling but at the same time I felt everything. The soles of my feet moved on their on accord, my eyes in search for the familiar silhouette. The trees passed by as the land seemed to changed and blend into itself. Soon, I was in unchartered territory, where there was once grass, now laid a grey hardness, lifeless. The trees were replaced by odd shaped houses, some that seemed to reach the sky. The small creatures that protected our home was no where to be found. The air was think and putrid, the area noisy and unpleasant.

Fury scratched at the nape of my neck tickling my insides, as I tried to make sense of the things that have left me, her included. At the realization I felt it, something within had shifted forcing the change that came.

Faceless faces stared back at me with beaded black eyes as they watched as I changed from man to beast. I watched as it all unfolded but did nothing to prevent it. No, that wasn't quite it though, I wanted to end them; no I thrived on it. I wanted it, all of it, to feel their blood paint my body and their insides scattered about the earth. To watch them grieve the same way I had, when she had left.

Soon, they all were just memories, faceless memories. Yet, her memory remained fresh within my heart, tormenting my soul. But it was at that river that I found peace again.

There, where on the other end of the forest line she stood, piercing eyes that reflected a thousand colors. Hair fairer than the snow of winter and skin untainted like that of a freshly make clay pot. She beacons me towards her yet I could not reach her. Shackled to the earth as roots and branches kept  me captive, keeping me bounded and away from my salvation.

Yells, turned to screams and screams into howls of anguish as we both felt the loss. But before the darkness had consumed me I heard it.

'For the love that was taken shall be given once more.'
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Opening my eyes I felt the prickling feeling on my skin; a thin sheen of sweat now coated my chest. I could feel a tooth pressing hard against my lower lip. My hands tight within a fist. The pace of my breathing was normal but I could feel the familiar burn beneath my flesh. That dream, I hadn't had that dream in a while, a very long time that is. 

The feeling of loss wasn't something new to me but it never fades. And it was for this reason that dream had bothered me so much. Especially now that I had something even more valuable than life itself to lose. Exhaling harshly, I took to sitting straighter, upright.
Trying to release some of the tension that coiled within my muscles. I stood to stretch the more reluctant muscles to provide some ease. Catching a reflection of myself on a picture frame shrouded in darkness, I saw the piercing gaze of my eyes has they glimmered with unrefined malice.

My mind trouble by the experience of pain my heart had once endure. The beast feeling vengeful for it's lost once again.

Running a hand through my hair, I realized the braid I had placed there before, was now gone. Swaying against my naked back I attempted to have it redone once again. This time using a strain of straw to tie the end. Looking out the window of the sitting room I could tell it was late night. The area was completely abandoned and the wind seemed to be harsher than before.