Weylon

Meeting Weylon

As the last glimmers of light faded I hurried back into the tress. The maid had told me not to stay, warned me that Weylon was dangerous but my curiosity got the better of me. I turned back around and concealed myself in the bushes.

I waited for what felt like hours, my eyes were beginning to droop, then I heard it. An uneven pattern of footsteps. A shadow appeared in the doorway. It was a huge figure.

I squinted against the shadows but the harder I looked the more the figure began to shimmer, as if I wasn't meant to be seeing it. I looked up, two black orbs swimming in white pools were staring at me, looking through me. They held my gaze I couldn't look away I felt trapped. Then everything faded to black. My head was aching and my eyes felt heavy. My body ached all over, my form contorted on the ground. I pushed back the lead and was met with sunlight, the only indicator of the time that had passed. Id slept the night away but my body had not rested at all.

A fog had settled over me; I couldn't remember where I was or how I'd gotten here. I saw a sparkle in my peripheral. I got up to investigate, my curiosity threw away the lead holding me down. All at once I felt invigorated like my body had been zapped alive by a bolt of electricity. I made it into the clearing. A beautiful bejewelled mirror was placed delicately on the floor a cloth bag placed underneath and a yellowing piece of parchment next to it.

The reflection of the mirror was hypnotising I could not break away from it. My face was looking back at me but it was otherworldly, my hair was shining in a way it never had before, it was as if the stars themselves were weaved through the strands. My eyes were flashing with fire, bright orange embers at their centre drawing me in. my skin was smooth as snow pale and blemish free. I was beautiful. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen. But as I looked the beauty faded. I began panicking, my eyes grew wild in the mirror. My own reflection had returned; every flaw was waving at me the sun highlighting each blemish and wrinkle.

I put the mirror down, it was like lifting my head out of water, clarity returned and I once again became aware of my surroundings. The parchment caught my eye and I reached for it. The writing was curled and in old script I could not read it, I would have to take it home and have my sister read it to me. My youngest sister was the only one of the three of us that could read and write.

I wrapped the mirror and took a moment to look around the clearing, the horse was no were to be seen the only sign that it had ever been here were a few lose strands of hair resting on the floor and a small hoof print in the dirt.