The world was in black and white, and with each slash of the blade crimson red spilled into the world, glimmering in the street light. It was beautiful... even though I knew it was my own blood.
I felt no pain, each cut felt warm, then I would feel cold streams run down from the warm cuts. I held my breath; as to make it seem as they had killed me. They stopped. They turned and ran, as their foot steps became quiet nothings, I took in a beep breath of chilled night air.
The sky was so clear... you could see the stars so perfectly. I was just far enough north that I could just see the Aurora borealis. Her dance began, so I hummed a broken tune. Minuets passed, I felt tired. "Your dance; elegant and beautiful. Your pale green dress flows as if it is the air itself. Maybe one day I'll take your hand and dance with you.."
the lights soon faded back into the dark sky, I tried to push myself up, but the pain was too great, I yelped and fell back down on my back. I tried once more, succeeding to get myself up. I dragged myself along the wall, as I was weak and needed support, I soon found some people, but before I could ask for help, my legs gave out and I fell into darkness.
I heard voices and felt myself being picked up and placed into a vehicle. It was a bumpy ride... my head pounding. I fell out of Consciousness once more. I wake up to see a white hospital room, the sky was dark... and to my surprise there she was again, dancing in the darkness. I began to hum the broken tune once more. I felt tired, my eyes fluttering trying to stay open then I herd a long beeeeep, and my eyes shut.
I wake up and see myself dressed in purple clothing, shimmering and flowing... I look back and see her, Aurora. She took my hand and we began to dance, my heart filled with joy. We danced and danced until the light of day came. We retreated back into the darkness to rest.
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Dancing with Aurora
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