Shorts and Poetry

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The faintest sensation. Like a tremor of a leaf in a silent wind. She felt it along her back, and trickle down her spine. As she gasped slightly, it twisted around her, and she turned. There was no struggle, no conscious decision. If she had been aware she would've notice the green light that caressed her face, making it ghostly and unnatural. 

The faintest sensation, moved her feet forward, and she rose her hand in obedience. If she was breathing she did not know. If she was awake she could not care. Her eyes, once blue and full of sunshine, burned green in the flames. The flames that sung to her quietly, that whispered to her. 

"Away. This way dear princess. Come and fall to sleep." 

If she had a mind to do it, she would turn and run from the evil. And yet so calm was her face. So sure was her body. After all this time she now felt complete, like this was the day she'd been waiting for. This was the moment she'd been raised for. 

An echo hissed through the stairwell as the young girl descended. No one knew where to find her, and yet she was where they were searching. She was there following in a trance, the flame that lead her to her fate. 

Suddenly the fair girl paused, like for a second, just a breath, she felt something. A stab, a pinch of pain. A prick of her finger and a drop of blood fell. Suddenly she could gasp, and her mind returned to her. Her eyes widened in fear, the blue eyes cursed green. But it was too late, and the princess Aurora collapsed, into a dreamless sleep.