For Miya

Seven Strangers

"His hair, so silky, dark as night. As soft as the winter green grass from Phedelia's garden. I still remember the first day his bright and vibrant green eyes, first looked at me in fear. I love the way his wild, bushy eyebrows point down to his Lacrimal Punctum. I love when he plays hard to get, making me chase after him vigorously through the Delsy field. Possessing him would make me the happiest Wraith alive. Tasting of his internal would satisfy the darkest piece of my soul. Why can't I have him, why must she steal him!..." "...Maybe because when you thing he's 'playing hard to get', he's actually running away from you." Aalia says while rolling her eyes. "You don't get it Ali, he's mine!" Maisley screams while her eyes flare up. "See what I mean, your so oblivious and conceited. Even phedelia says he'll never be yours and she can tell the future! I don't understand why you can't get it in that tiny skull of yours. I swear it'sthe size of a fire ants, and its full of nothing. Aalia explains with frustration. YOU KNOW NOTHING, AND I CAN PROVE IT TO YOU!" Maisley screams, while slamming her hands down on the wooden logged table, then leaving Phedelia's garden. "She doesn't intend on coming back" Phedelia says softly, while walking out of her cottage with hot soup, to Aalia.

~A while later~

"Now I just have to follow his tracks and I'll find him in no time." Maisley squawks while examing the soft soil with Malec's scent. After awhile of flying and transporting through realms, lands, and dimensions, Maisley finally spots Malec laying on the ground. "Awe he's laying there waiting for me to join and comfort him." Maisley flies down and hides behind a bush when she hears strange voices. "Those voices so deep, is it a phantom..." Maisley pauses after  she notices seven creatures approaching Malec. "Who are those strange creatures. So Fleshy, their aroma so pale. I never seen anything like them before..." She contemplates while breathing heavily.