Alina's Past Lives.

The Death Of A Sister And The Birth Of A Monster.

I gently kicked off my shoes and sat them next to me. I knelt down onto the dock and looked into the blackness of the lake. The way the stars reflected in the water was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen it was as if the sky never ended. The way the moon lit up the night sky was a scene I will always remember. A cold wind blew through the trees around me and I felt tears slip from my eyes. My spell had failed and my sister was going to die. I was never a religious person in fact I never believed anyone was up there and if there was the constant bad luck and pain I was put through on a daily basis just goes to show who or whatever is up there doesn't like me much. Yet here I was in the place my mother came to pray to the gods. We were originally from the Romain Empire but we left once they found out we were cursed, we fled for our lives. But my mother still prayed to her beloved gods. We had many gods to pray to for many different things, I was going to pray to them all. This was my last resort my last choice. "I tried, I poured ever ounce of magic I had into that spell and nothing happened nothing! How am I supposed to deal with this after everything that you have thrown at me my mother and brothers death. My father's curse. Having to give up my son. My curse. And now Thira. I can't deal with this. I can't be without her. Just give me a cure, a herb. A medicine man, a sign! Anything! Please!" I screamed into the darkness of the night. My breath came out in a huff as my head dropped into my hands as tears poured from my eyes. The coldness of the wind made my cheeks go cold as I wiped away my frosty tears. My eyes skimmed across the surface of the lake until I spotted a reflection. It shocked me at first because I thought it was my mother. She looked twenty or so she had the most beautiful fair skin that was as pale as snow, it was the most perfect skin I have ever seen I was sure was a soft as satin, her lips were the color of roses, her eyelashes matched her hair and they were long and plentiful. She appeared as beautiful as my mother, her hair was long and wavy it must have hung down to her waist touching her back side its beauty ended at the midpoint of her long thighs. It was almost as black as a crows feather and just as sleek and shiny. She was small and skinny but had the hips and breasts men drooled over, her hands were delicate as I imagined a china dolls would be. She was skinny and fragile looking, her face looked like it had been carved by angles in the havens. She was wearing a beautiful floor length dress that was black and was tight as if it were another layer of skin the design on the chest was black like the dress but the fabric underneath was darker and smoother fabric. The dress had long see through sleeves with similar designs on it that hung at points to the back of her knuckles, the dress was low cut. It was trapped close to her flat stomach but fell in waves of black fabric around her that hung to the tops of her ankles. I noticed she was bare foot her feet were as delicate looking as her face of her hands. Her nails where long like daggers of their own I could tell from here they were as sharp at a knife as well. She made me feel like a child in comparison to her beauty, she was easily one of those girls everyone secretly wished they looked like. She was beautiful, looking at her was like looking directly into the sun. Her beauty made you want to blink. I found myself wondering how she got to become that beautiful what had she done to deserve such beauty. She had the features of a twenty year old yet she looked older, wiser more powerful more so of my sister and even than my mother. I hadn't realized I had outstretched my hand to her until my finger tips hit the water and ripples burst throughout the water and the reflection became blurry. "Please tell me how to save her." I whispered to my own blurred reflection. My eyes caught the glimmer of something shining under the surface of the water. I leaned closer to get a better look at what was under the water. I rested my hands on the end of the dock as I leaned in closer to the water. I couldn't quite see what the shimmer was. I leaned closer, too close. My hand slipped and sent me flying forward into the half frozen winter water exchanging the left over air with water before I could get a proper lung full of air. The weight of my now soaked dress brought me down to the dark bottom of the lake. I could only hold my breath for so long images of my past and my present were flooding through my head as the clock started ticking for me. Water filled my lungs, my heart rate slowed down with each dying second. Everything felt distant and dark, hollow even, the water filled my entire body though I didn't feel dead. Distant splashes were heard from above with all my force I opened my eyes to see the blurry water it was dark and musty, no fish to be found. I looked up to see the moon shining on the water. It felt like the freezing cold water was stabbing my body all over I panicked. I was slowly freezing. If I didn't drown I would surly freeze to death. I tried to swim to the surface. I almost got there when I snagged my dress on a net tangled on a log on the bottom of the lake and cut my leg up as I tried to tug free from the net. I tried to untie it but I was out of air, it was scratching and bubbling it's was up and out my throat. My head felt like it was going to explode. I fought to keep my air in and my lips locked around my last bit of oxygen. The cold water was numbing my arms and legs all I felt was dizziness now, a helpless spinning in the water. I force my arms to continue stretching and my legs kicking to get free but I was lightheaded and cold my arms and legs were giving out from exhaustion. My ears were flooded with freezing water my lungs burned for more air and my legs cramped in the icy cold. I make the mistake of breathing in the water flooded down my throat, choking and burning the whole way down, I begin to get fuzzy I yank and yank at my dress but only end up tangling my leg in the net worse and cutting myself more. This was it I was giving up. The water was going to win and I was going to die. I close my eyes accepting my fate and they didn't reopen.