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The Sun Child

The whispers say I am the product of all things good, a beautiful specimen created by the sun himself; crafted from beams of light and golden rays.

I'm not sure how old I am, or what I look like per say. The whispers say I'm the most beautiful thing to ever grace these woods. All I know is my hair is coils of honey drifting down my back and my skin is dark, dyed by the sun. My limbs are long and as willowy as the tree.  And that I woke in the middle of the woods, a white dress clinging to my body, the earth smashed under me.
Alone.
149 days ago.

The whispers started as soon as I woke. Rise child, if the Sun is awake, then so shall you. This startled me at first, their tiny voices drilling into my skull, but I grew to like them. They've resided in my head ever since my eyes opened.

They say simply: Many years ago, the Sun and Moon made children like you.
You are a product of the Sun himself, a beautiful creature full of light. The Moon children however, are dark and evil creatures. They are to be feared.

But I haven't seen another person in my short existence. Let alone someone of the moon. I wander the woods by myself, with the whispers.

The whispers are worried about my nightmares. Evil, they say. Every night, when my eyelids finally droop with exhaustion, the same dream seems to terrorize me.

My feet are slapping the cold dank ground as I shoot through the forest, branches tearing at my dress and ripping my arms to shreds. Dread and fear knots my stomach and the whispers are yelling for me to run faster. He's coming. He's coming. Faster, FASTER. The moon is huge and almost glowing, lighting my path through the woods. My heart is beating to the beat of my feet, too fast. I'm scared, why I am I running away? Who is chasing me?

Tonight was different. My eyes open and I'm clawing at the air. Sweat coats my entire body, making my hands slick. Fear turns my veins to ice as my eyes scan the dark trees surrounding me. They seem too dark, too ghostly, too alive. The whispers rattled my brain, waking up.

Child, one of them called, you must run now. He's coming, he CANNOT be trusted, please- the desperation in their voices made my feet take off, away from my sleeping spot. I felt presence behind me and a paralyzing fear took over my body, my legs felt so weak. Tears squeezed out of my eyes and air scraped up my throat in wheezes. The whispers started to scream, no words, just the shrill sound of terror pounding into my brain.

I couldn't do this anymore. My body was exhausted, my skull felt like it was going to be split apart by the whispers' screaming. I fell to the ground, my body convulsing. Fear is a paralyzing thing.

I waited.
I waited for death. For him to come, whoever the whispers spoke of. I laid on my back, staring up at the moon, it's white gleam casting an erie light over the dark woods. The shaking of my limbs had subsided to a quiet shiver. The moon was beautiful. I don't know why the whispers thought it was evil. The whispers. They seemed to be crying, warning me of what was coming, begging me to run. I closed my eyes, ready for my fate.

Silence. The whispers stopped. For the first time since I woke, my brain was invaded with my own thoughts. Empty. Quiet.

"Don't be afraid."

Silk. A voice made of silk called into the empty air. I froze, my body locked in its current position of crunched on the ground. "Please, I'm not going to hurt you." The voice, so rich and deep, came from behind me. Cautiously, I raised my head and craned my neck to see the person the voice belonged to.

I have never seen another person before. And I'm not sure what to count as beautiful, but this boy was. Standing 10 feet from my crumpled body, I saw my first person. Medium height, my head would rest comfortably in the crook of his neck. Porcelain skin; I wondered if it felt like to the touch. My fingers inched to know. Black hair. Full lips. But his eyes, his eyes were the only thing that broke his perfect facade. They created a scary contrast on his pearly skin. Pitch black orbs that are staring into the depths of mine. They took on a pleading, almost pained look. My heart lurched, instinctively wanting to protect him.

"You have to come with me. I'll keep you safe from them. Please, you have to come now, quickly."

His words startled me. The whispers were gone, and my mind was turning. He walked towards me, holding out his hand for me to take. My nervous heart was pounding, my blood rushing in my ears. Doubts and confusion clouded my brain. "I'll protect you," He whispered.

The boys hand felt like silk too. It stayed plastered to mine as we shot through the dense undergrowth.

The moon shone through the trees and for the first time in my short existence, I felt at home running hand in hand with a beautiful boy through the dark woods.

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Happy update day! :)) since Green is still working on her chapter, I decided to update again. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, stay tuned for a possible part 2.

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