Nikasios's Island

VIII

Previously:

     "Paris opened her eyes and dragged her arms down from around his neck. He flicked his eyes open and their lips pulled apart as Paris tasted the last bits of dragon fruit. Nick's arms fell from her waist as she smiled and walked away into the tree house."

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Paris woke up with a scream on her bed during the early morning. She was covered in sweat and with a hand on her forehead she felt warm even with a cool breeze blowing inside. The room was dark and she could barely make out shapes. All Paris saw was blackness with few dark outlines of objects she was next to. She threw the blankets off her, barefoot on the cold wooden flooring, and walked towards the windowsill leaning her elbows against the hard planks. A full moon was overhead surrounded by winking stars; the only light during the night. She stopped leaning on the windowsill and unlocked the front door. Blasts of invigorating air pat her cheeks and ran along her chin to her neck. She rubbed her face and let the door closed itself as she rambled down the stairs. Her hair swayed with the sounds of chirping crickets calling to their mates in the wind. Crisp, pleasant air wafted throughout the forests and beaches of the island. Paris sat at the bottom step admiring the nature though little was visible due to nighttime. She closed her eyes.

     A bright light was standing in front of her glowing like an angel at the darkest of hours. Sparkles seemed to surround the glow in a captivating way. Paris opened her eyes and adjusted them to the light, blinking until her vision focused. Her mouth dropped. A beautiful elegant light was dancing and wandering in the air. It had silky wings of gold shades that were nearly invisible. Every angle of this object in front of Paris was breathtaking. The glow made no sound as it floated around the air and upon the ground yet a whisper was present in the moaning breezes.

     Paris put a hand out and reached with her long delicate fingers, her hand raw and shaking, yearning to come close with the glow, curiosity and desire taking over. The glow inched forward; sparkles upon its mysterious existence resembling a smile. A shiver sent up Paris's spine but that didn't stop her. The whispers in the wind grew louder possessing a tremor as if children were screaming, shrieking. Paris's eyes widened; she was so close. She could see every detail in the glow's shape: the silky wings, sparkles. Light within the glow. Her fingers ran across the glow, the texture of lustrous sand shining in the sun or of softness it was unreal, brought from a fantasy dream, unrealistically dreamlike and desirable. Paris huffed amazed at what she was seeing and feeling, her breath coming out in small smoke clouds. The glow's light pulsed and a high-pitched shrill emerged. Paris fell onto the ground eyes closed and covered her ears wailing. It felt like they were being shredded in a blender.

     She opened her eyes, adjusting them to the dim light that the glow had become. Darkness rampaged the glow as its light faded. A black ominous shadow floated in the air and morphed into smoke rising higher every second. A feminine figure walked out of the smoke, whispering cries beneath the sound of swirling smoke. Her skin was pale with soft skin, not a mark to be seen. Golden hair came down in waves to her shoulders with a single streak of black hair.  Her beauty was alluring. Fabrics of dazzling golds formed a magnificent dress that fell past her toes, sequins coated on the bust. She smiled with her dark red lips and blinked with her eyes brushed in silver, black, and gold eyeshadow. Paris stepped backwards unsteady from the ringing in her ears, her heart pumping swiftly.

     Paris squinted and then opened her eyes wider as they flashed with lightning. The golden glow was the thing that drowned her and almost got her electrocuted. The glow nearly had her dead if it weren't for Nick. Paris squeezed her hands into fists tightly by her sides, her teeth clenched and eyebrows slanted as a fire burned inside. The woman seemed to ignore her rage and toyed with her golden locks, coiling strands into curls.

     "You tried to drown me," Paris spat caustically, a look of seriousness in her glaring eyes.

     The woman looked down and held Paris's chin. "What are you going to do about it."

     Before Paris could reply the woman said, "See, you are as harmless as the animals on this island. You'll do no such thing as to hurt me." She pushed Paris by her chin and took a step backwards.

     Paris reached for a rock and threw it at the woman. A black fog of smoke moved forward and blocked the object as it crumbled on the ground in specks of rocks. Paris's hand twitched against the cold grass. "Who―What are you?"

     "I'm all the evil of your world in human form, trapped on this dumb island. People call me Cressida. I very much enjoy the name. Don't you?" Cressida smiled and then clasped her hands together. "But now that you've helped me to become my human form I can leave this island when I get enough strength and terrorize the whole world. I was thinking of replacing the Statue of Liberty with a manmade statue of me in my stunning gown."

     "You can't do that! You have no rights!" Paris blurted out, covering her mouth after speaking.

     "That's the thing about evil; it has no rights," Cressida spoke with a grin so devious it made Paris's blood run cold.

     Cressida turned around, flipped her hair, and walked into the forest leaving a trail of footprints in the sandy dirt. Her golden dress disappeared into the darkness where she belonged. The whispers clear and eerie shrunk, fading as the wind did the same. Paris fell on her back, sweaty on the cool ground. Her nerves tingled along her skin and her anger transformed into fear.

What do you thinks going to happen next?

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