chronicles

I

      First thing she sensed whilst awakening was the blistering cold and odd, little spots of lightness upon her body. Her eyes fluttered open. A vivid, dazzling whiteness almost blinded her.

      Small flecks of snow showered down from the silvery skies, at once fogging her vision. She pushed herself up, shivering from the freezing sensation of the melting snow on her bare hands and feet, splatters of red on ashen skin.

      Only now, did she notice the long white gown covering her slim frame. Her fingers glided down the dress to gather bundles of the silk garb in her hands. Small bouts of laughter slipped from her lips, mad screeches cackles echoing in the remoteness, as she twirled on the glistening snow, the bottom of her wear flittering in the wind.

      When her back, out of the blue, hit something hard, she gasped at the fast pain. She spun around, and was met by the black bark of tree, endless was the night, tormenting further her shattered spirit.

     Her eyes followed the trunk of the sapling high into the grey expanse.

      Curiosity, which had been prodding at her since her awakening, came to a full bloom, when she at last spotted the petite flowers blossoming on the dark, snowy branches.

      Their glowing, crimson colours, all too well resembling of a thick and warm liquid, enchanted her.

      Her pale fingers flitted across the ebony wood until caressing the silky scarlet blossoms and buds, flickers of copper shades darkening her flaming skin, dripping from jagged gashes.

      But as she pulled at the flushed flowers, the so far stiff and frozen ground beneath her feet faded away, and she was falling to an abyss, once again.