For a long time, mixtures of currents surged and spirited through her. Temperatures of cold and hot battled each other for dominance, creating a harsh whirlwind inside her. Every now and then, they would leave her for a few agonizing seconds, her body craving for that rush of power again. But when they came back, she screamed a silent cry for them to leave. It was excruciating. Wanting something you didn’t want.
Finally, the pressure left her altogether. Her body felt torn and exhausted. Darkness was pressing down against her, replacing the previous pain. Then, that too, left her. She felt her senses anticipating, dreading and fearing what would come next. But nothing happened. Then, she felt the light touches of brightness brush her eyelids. It was then she came to feel her body. The glow intensified and spread over her body.
She lay in nothing but air for a few seconds, and then she felt a sudden rush of air and the thud of land under her back. The impact made her cry aloud. Her voice was raw and sore, but had a slight ring underneath. Her eyes flew open, and the sudden illumination made her close them again. But her curiosity gave her the courage to look again. Her surroundings were surprisingly normal.
She was in the middle of a forest, lush and full-grown, with vines that crept along the thick brown trunks of multiple different types of trees, spreading their leaves of ivy as if in vain attempt to strangle the great giants. The floor she sat on, with her pale white legs spread next to her, was uneven but soft with fine grains of dirt sifting whenever she shifted. Beyond the trees, she could hear the faint buzz of what could possibly be civilisation, however she couldn’t see with the grey and brown trunks forming a barrier that barricaded her view. Dapples of shadows fell on her and she looked up. The sky was simply astounding, even through the leaves that fell loose from trees and spiralled and twirled through the air, creating an almost mystic vision of the sky in place of clouds. Red, pink and orange hues spread across the magnificent stretch of sky, indicating a later period of the day.
Her mind whirled as she gazed up at the sky, as she wondered where she was and what had landed her in such a beautiful yet isolated world. She raked her memory of what had happened, and suddenly, the images of blood, darkness, and steel flashed before her. She winced, but forced herself to relive those minutes. Those last minutes she spent alive.
After that, she tried to remember further, but couldn’t. Even her own name was lost to her, but a few words threaded together were all that she could pin to herself. Dark names. Names that inflicted fear and horror. Beauty. The names made her dread what her life had been like and fear for what she used to be.
A ragged face unexpectedly appeared within her vision and she let out a silent scream. She sat up abruptly, banging her forehead against the man’s chin, letting out another cry, this time audible. Rubbing her forehead, she looked down, noticing the unfamiliar clothes she was wearing.
A black cotton gown and a red sash. A sash of blood red. Again, images of her past rushed into her. Darkness of an alley, steel of a flashing blade and her own blood pounding loudly in her ears as more rushed from her chest. She shook the shadowed memories aside and turned to face the man.
He was an old man, probably older than she thought. He had wrinkled skin around his eyes and mouth that resembled twisting paths. His hair was long and silvery, falling down to the dusty floor where he sat and tied into a tail with a long ribbon of twine. The scar that looked as old as he did gashed from his left cheek to his jaw was faint, but was focused just enough to draw eyes. He wore the same cotton clothes as she did except in the colour of silvery blue and a sash in the colour green.
“Well that was certainly a memorable welcome,” he said wryly. “I hope the meeting will be better.”
She felt blood of embarrassment rush to her cheeks and quickly hid it by bowing her head. Her embarrassment quickly disappeared after the shining colour of her hair caught her attention. She raised her hand, which was so pale that it almost seemed translucent, and lifted a strand of her hair. It was the colour of white silver, shining in the circle of the natural light she sat in. She ran her index finger over it and noticed slight streaks of white colouring down to the tips. Moving her hand around her head, she found that her hair was short at the back, and longer at the front, but all of it was the same white silvery colour.
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Death Angel
ParanormalWhat comes after death? It's a question that at least everyone has thought of at some point. Maritae Kai, newly dead, didn't have much of a life. At least that's what she gathered from the veiled memories of her living self, a feature that comes wit...
