Zeroth Knight(GirlxGirl)

Wive's Tale - Part 1

Wive's Tale - Part 1

I'm dreaming, I think. It's awfully realistic to be a dream. I'm sitting around a table, adorned in the finest of silken tablecloths. On the table lays all kind of food- some I've seen, some that can't possibly exist in my world.

My world... right. I was pulled from my world and before I could even begin to wrap my head around the situation I was thrown into a life and death fight against a man who has no equal. I move my head with some effort, finally moving my eyes up and off the table. The first thing I notice makes my breath catch. There, opposite me, sits a woman. A woman I have never seen, but feel as if I've known my entire life; and she is striking. She's pale, with slightly sunken features, but a sharp glare- of which she has focused on me. Which is odd to say considering she has her eyes closed; but I know she's glaring at me in annoyance behind those closed off eyes.

"You shouldn't be here Eve."

She says as she brings an old-fashioned teacup to her lips. She is remarkably graceful in both movement and posture. For the first time, she opens her eyes and they shine a deep gold. She places them on me, and seems to stare through me. Without actually acknowledging me with her eyes, she continues, "Eve. Why are you here?"

I'm in a daze, completely and wholly filled with and trapped by this woman. I can't make out what she says, and so she repeats herself, with an edge in her voice. My head jerks to the side marginally as if physically pulled on. I stare into her eyes and nearly lose myself. All I want is to fall into them; to give into the dominance they exude. I want to become one with them and lean forward across the table. With her golden eyes transfixed on the space behind me, she lowers her cup.

I'm leaning further over the table now, near laying on it. This woman, with solid black hair that rolls in waves down her back, makes a small clatter as her cup meets with a small plate. The sound is like a gun firing and shakes me at my core. I come to my senses and jerk back with such force that I nearly tip my chair backward.

I'm finding the ceiling fascinating all of a sudden and I notice this "ceiling" is just darkness. "What the hell is this? " I say to the ceiling, expecting no retort.

"The top is never visible to we so far below," says the dominating woman across from me.

I tilt my head to the side and I'm greeted by more darkness and say, "And the sides?" The woman tilts her head to the side, some of her hair sliding over her shoulder in all of its Onyx glory.

"To our sides, the unknowable, for we are alone as we now stand."

She adjusts her eyes to the center of the table as if lost in thought for a moment. She amends, "Or as we sit, currently."

She slides her finger around the rim of her teacup. "You just made all of that up, didn't you?" I say as my head slides back down and I make conscious effort to avoid her wonderful, intoxicating eyes. "That kind of sophistry is bull. And we both know that's not what I was talking about."

"Why did you just try to take all that I am?" I ask, my breathing irregular. For reasons I don't understand I slide my hand across the table and I grab her extended finger from the cup. As if it's the most interesting thing to ever have happened, she stares with fascination as I hold her index finger in my hand.

"I can do nothing without your permission. That was our deal." She says and for the first time, I notice a small red creeping across her cheeks.

"So I'm not crazy. You're Her aren't you? You're the Thing Behind My Door- the Raven." Her eyes go wide and she takes her hand from mine and for the first time, her eyes meet mine.