"Lost Memory" (prequel)

(PREQUEL of MOONROSE)

so guys...this is just a prequel. My main story is really entitled 'moonrose', and it's not finished yet. I hope you like this! Please comment, suggest, ...anything! Is this good enough?? I just wanna know what u think....it's what I signed up for anyway. ^^...please and thank you..!!!

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Have I ever told you, about a night? A night so lonely and grey, pale in the dim moonlight; for so many years ago, when the world was young; this story was of that, the first ever one. For no other story was true, of that of an angel and a little girl whose wish had come true by a feather of silver glow. So let me tell you, of this dream I dreamed, a dream that surely will never make you want to wish to change a single thing.

In the dream was a girl; a little girl to be exact. She had her face buried in her hands as she kneeled by the edge of the dreary lake; her tears falling. The air was cold and frozen around her and the moon sailed over that river; the river was clear as glass. She was crying, oh yes she was; and she was angst-ridden. She ran away from home and she was so mad, about everything; and everyone. It was only just like any other running-away from home episode: A problem at school, a problem at home; a problem about herself. And little girls are vulnerable enough not to take that. It would’ve just gotten right along the way; the Faulkner folks, her folks; would’ve just searched for her, and probably found her by morning. They could’ve talked it over; she could still make amends in school, and even with Mrs. McHumphrey the tailor. She could’ve changed, it could’ve all went well, if she had a chance- but she didn’t.

She recalled previous events. She wanted to stop because it made her head throb, she didn’t want to think about it; but it went on and on, again and again. The images won’t disappear; it was as if her mind had a mind of its own. She doesn’t know what to do, will she go back? Of course she will, she had to. Where would she stay? She hated what happened, she hated what her parents said; but she hated what she did the most. Oh, she was so hopeless; this could never go right. It was a mistake; and she was all wrong, wrong and wrong. She was alone too, and that thought made her cry even more. She kept sobbing and making those muffled sounds from her throat, tears running down her cheeks.

And all around her, the world was still. Not even the sound of a grasshopper would comfort her, even the screeching of an owl. Not even the wind would make those cool calm sounds for her. The grass won’t sway and even the clear shallow waters of the lake was still. Clear as they were, it seemed that the only thing there was the moon that shone quite brightly that night; it was a full moon, but even so it did not cast away the darkness of the night which overcome it. The darkness of the night too, didn’t help her; she felt more alone. She sat on her knees trembling in the cold air. In between her sobbing; she would see the lake underneath between the tiny spaces of her fingers. The moon was bright enough to reflect the image in the steady water. It was her, eyes sore, red nose, cheeks flushed, hair messed up and everything.

 She pitied herself staring bitterly at her reflection, biting her lip, that made her sobs sound even more muffled. She was trying not to cry but even that too; was hopeless, she was feeling more and more awful that her stomach hurts like a tied knot. She was so absorbed with her thoughts that she didn’t notice the dark sky. Amidst the foggy night clouds something was falling, its feathers being beaten up by the cold frozen air. The air felt like a slapping pain as it fell down, down and down; an expression of grief and pain streaked across his face with his eyes sealed shut. It wasn’t screaming or even the least frightened, just a little pain won’t hurt; he’d suffered far worse. Even if as it was falling the creature was beautiful, even if its face screamed pain. It was a creature so magnificent and graceful that it looked like a crossing comet, a falling snowflake … a falling star. Every single plane on its skin well defined like a marble sculpture, the wings were like carefully crafted masterpieces of an artist and the feathers of it shimmering black and silken; looked like silver.

The girl; unnoticing this was still staring at her reflection. She felt awful enough to feel flared, and she was hateful enough to be mad. Only if none of this happened, only if no one noticed her, no one paid attention to every single stupid mistake she made- only if. She winced at the word…”if”. She felt like screaming, but no one was there to pin her blame to but herself, and this she did. She was glaring now at her reflection. She was so mad that she said, blamed, and even wished her words to her heart, “I WISH EVERYONE I KNEW WOULD FORGET ME. I WISH NO ONE KNEW ME, NOT EVEN MY MOM AND DAD. I WISH I WAS GONE IN THEIR LIVES FOREVER THAT NO ONE WOULD REMEMBER ME OR BLAME ME!” Her words became a cry. The words were an arrow that shot straight through and she felt it like it was real, like there was really something stabbing her heart. She sobbed much more that her cry was loud for her not to hear that something fell in the water across on the other side of the lake, something that she would regret happening, and something that was not supposed to be there.

Her sobbing and her cries stopped mid-air that she gasped almost soundlessly as the water on the lake begun to stir a tiny wave. And that tiny wave brought with it a feather; a beautiful shimmering black silken feather that floated right above her reflection and stirred it. She stared blankly at it. She was a little bit frightened when the lake stirred; everything around her was still, quite silent and unmoving except for the lake, but it stopped and was still again. The little movement in her surroundings made her a little nervous and made the hairs stand up on her back, something felt utterly wrong; but she doesn’t know what.

She tried to look around for an answer but something else caught her eye. It was shockingly beautiful and it seemed to scare her in every single way. The sky, the dark night sky; with its moon and stars- falling stars, she meant it literally. The stars were really falling but not the way a common comet would. They were gracefully falling, like the stars were dancing. She stared in wonder and horror, the sickly feeling in her stomach was more painful now and she couldn’t breathe- she could only gasp and stare wide-eyed. At first a single star fell and bumped another two stars that collided with another four and so on. They kept falling in the same weird pattern and they seemed brighter and more defined in their glow; as if they had been given life; but by what? They kept colliding and falling; all of them till the sky were blank, dark and grey with only the light of the moon.

She stared gasping and mystified feeling faint; and blinked her eyes; what in the world! Had she been hallucinating? But why did it feel so real and why did it feel like something was wrong. Her stomach might give in any moment now. She could feel it. She looked around again wordlessly and stammered as if searching for something. Then she heard another soft gushing of a light wave; she felt alarmed as she heard someone say her name, just her name; it was enough. It was a man’s voice, it sounded like tinkling church bells but in a frightening sort of way; it sounded beautiful but it was a hiss. The voice said her name in a prolonged tone in a deep timbre that made her lips tremble in fright.

 “Amatis……” She turned her head and was scared stiff that it was hard.

 She screamed her last breath as she saw the marble-white head and the beautiful glowing eyes staring at her with lips red as blood and hair light brown and curly……with black shimmering silken silver wings! The broad of the shoulders and the intent gaze were fixed on her, the skin that propped a little above water was dry and so was the angel’s hair. It was all she remembered, and then all went dead and dark as she gasped for air and fell down on the ground.

The angel was not much alarmed as Amatis was, it simple narrowed his eyes on the fainted little girl, and gently sank down the lake then he was gone. And the world around was silent, everything was; and the lake was still again as the dead, the sky dark; everything was dark, everything but the single silver feather that had rested on the edge of the lake near Amatis. It was shimmering a glow that signifies that a wish had come true.