She appeared as mysteriously as the dew on a misty day. First appearing as vapor, her form manifested something ethereal. Every bit of her sparkled like specks of glass beneath a starry night sky that could not rival her magnificent arrival on one moonlit Saturday eve. Her long and curly hair mirrored that of the evening sky, and her eyes glistened just as black. The young woman’s olive skin shown as yellow as a pale summer moon. She was dressed in a flowing black gown too thin and transparent for a mid-autumn, and yet she seemed unbothered by the bitter cold as she took her first step on solid ground.
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Llevanta turned her head in response to the hoots of an owl as if it were calling her name. Before the sound of a horn tore her away from the calls of the eagle of the night. In that moment, she was blinded by a bright light that caused her heart to thump with a speed and force that rivaled that of a train out of control.
Terrified, Llevanta leaped into the air. Hovering there long enough for the reckless driver to pass beneath her before lightly resting the soles of her pale iridescent feet upon the cold charcoal cement that paved the road.
Firmly planted on the ground, the soothing quiet of the night returned. Its quietude calming her manic heart. She was soon ready to begin her wanderers’ journey down the suburban Pelican St.
Having learned from her previous incident the dangers of standing on that darkened path, she took to strolling down the sidewalk in her pursuit. She was observant of the many homes that seemed to replicate each other. Every three homes slightly different from the other, the pattern repeating itself.
Yellow hued streetlights, and the occasional porch light illuminated her path. The moon grew brighter and the night darker as she walked for some time until she had come to a stop in front of a house that looked like the rest. And yet it was the only house on the street that still had its lights on. The light came from the third story window, outlining the silhouette of a person.
Llevanta stood there a moment, gazing up into the window. When the figure noticed her presence, she immediately vanished like a phantom in the night. Although she did not go far. No, she made her way up the steps of the vacant house next door. The house that over the next few months, she would come to call home.
