Ashton baggins, the man whom I meet in my dreams every single day, he came to me but why would he?I sat on my bed and thought deeply of how I met him in my dreams, what is the meaning of this and aside from that, who called out for me in that pit. I walked up to the window and looked intently towards the glowing moon in the night's sky, after a long time of staring I turned around to sleep but once I turned around, I saw a silhoutte of a person in my kitchen. Curious enough I walked towards the kitchen, not this again.
" Whoever that is, stop bothering me! Stop whatever you are doing and go away!." The silhoutte moved but it was moving towards my room, I bit my lips as fear started to build up inside of me, I was frozen solid and I couldn't move. The silhoutte moved closer and closer and I closed my eyes with sweat flowing down my face, I could hear the heavy breathing getting closer and closer but it stopped. The breathing was close to me and I could feel the coldness , slowly i pried open my eyes to see and It was horrific. bloodshot eyes staring right at me, her face was blue and so did her body, she touched my arm with her icy cold fingers, her touch gave goosebumps up to my spine.
" Dearest Erisia, the sweet sweet angel of earth. The earth loves you dearly sweet Erisia, your tears give nourishments to the evergreen leaves, they yearn for you. However, the earth is dying because of mankind, they poisoned the earth with their greed and their selfishness, you are our only hope, your tears will forever be our saviour."
She disappeared into thin air yet again, this woman has been visiting for weeks now and I still can't understand what she means. I am a witch because I bewitch every man who sees me, I'm cursed by the wives of the farmers because they say my beauty is too abnormal and flawless, I've used witchcraft they say to restore my beauty every year. Those are all lies.
I am not a witch, I'm only human, a human who has no father or mother, the only friend I have is Martha grey. I live in a cottageo smaller than a farmhouse, nobody likes me because of the rumours spreaded around about me and I always lived in fear because of the things I see, the ghosts of the people in the past. The ghosts that comes to visit me, wailing out to me for help but I cannot help them because they are in their world, I do not belong in theirs and neither do they in mine.
I breathed out panting because these events are not pleasant, I wish I was never born because now I have to live through my life alone but Martha says she'll be sad if I leave. I must stay and the man in my dreams told me that if I disappeared from the world, the world would be sad and it'll perish. Ashton, he was the man in my dreams, what does he know about me, enough of all these nonsense, it's nothing more than a dream. I wiped my sweat from my face and lied on the bed hoping to see the daylight of tomorrow, happily out in the fields.
The sun was shining in my little small room, my eyes were shut tight because it was blinding me so covered myself in my own blanket. I wanted to sleep again because I met him again my sleep, those eyes still staring at me with happiness, I opened my eyes and realised that this man is real and not just a dream anymore. He knows me but how? How can he be awake in that dream. Wait for a second, we talked in the dream, he asked me about things.
Flashbacks
I was sitting on a fallen log near a lake , the water was glittering from the shining light of the bright sun. There was a shadow of a man behind me, I turned around and saw him again. That man with cobalt blue eyes and silver white hair, Ashton!
I stood up and was happy to see him," Ivan! what brings you here? I just came to here to see if someone would be here to meet me because he promised he would," he smiled when I said that.
It's weird because his name is Ashton and whenever I try to talk to him, he would disappear but now he doesn't. He held my shoulders and hugged me tight, " I missed you Lucia, you've been away for so long, you've never said a word whenever I talk to you. Everytime you did, you were gone." I held his cheeks astonishingly and kissed him on the lips, the kiss was long like it's been so long since I've kissed him. I've never seen him in my whole life nor have I ever talked to him, he was the only one talking to me.
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Teardrops Of The Rain
FantasyStaring outside to the fields, grass and trees showered with nourishments from the rain . The delighted looks of the evergreen leaves, how I wish I could show my tears of joy like the clouds above, the lovely teardrops of the rain.