Another dream out the window, beside another thread of my tattered hope.
"Soon Kara, soon." She taunts me, day and night. I can feel the key slowly turning in the lock, slowly but surely tapping me. I grew more restless, uncomfortable all the time. No one came near me, Hestia had disappeared, so had the wolf. I was alone.
Everything tempted me yet I could feel nothing, surrounded yet free to walk. The only borders I faced where that of my mind as walls cornered me, my every step pacing in the constraints of my cell. Birds fled the sky as I fought my ceiling of altitude before falling through the sky, lungs heaving as I gasp in the thin air. I try again.
I know that I couldn't find the end of the Desert in time, maybe not ever, but I was going to try and make one if I couldn't find one.
No one would doubt that I didn't try to escape my chains. No one was going to stop me easily. No one even wanted to try.
With each life she laughed in my ear, her voice growing stronger. Perhaps her hold on my mind grew as well.
Then one day there was silence, at first bliss, then fear contaminated my mind, and old aquantice returning to my company. "Where is she?" Voice. Whose voice. I know the voice. Whose is it?
Darkness flashes, a shrill shriek follows. Light crashes, thunder echoes.
Where am I? Am I adrift a sea?
Nothing, I saw the world through blind eyes, the forest passed through my mind as I stood in it alone. Dark trendles of smoke rise from the ground, entrancing me with their dance. "What are you?" I ask, stumbling a bit.
The snake like smoke offers no reply, instead it dances higher, shade caresses the ground under my feet. Dancing to unheard music, the smoke is mirrored on the ground, twisting and bending around one another, encasing me in the middle as I was enchanted.
"No one can save you now Kara. Here you lie. Here you die."
"Death is that you?" My younger stumbles on the words, lacking any form of grace I turn, looking for the voice.
"No my dear. It's me."
"Chance?"
"Yes my dear, and I am afraid this is where things shall end."
"Why? I'm not supposed to die yet?" The world spun that remained fact in my turbulent mind. I should not die here.
"No, you aren't, but I am fighting Fate, and there are always unheeded casualties in a war."
My mind barely caught his words from the air, nevermind comprehending them.
"Why?"
"What? Fate won't listen."
"Why?"
"She controls us is why."
"Well, then you won't be able to kill me, not really. Not if she controls you."
Chance stumbled at my words I had so carelessly flung at him,"Well..."
"Chance, should we try to save a life?"
"What? Whose?"
"Mine."
He ran off, the shadows that I knew he had no hand in danced higher,"Good luck Kara. You are going to need it." He called as he ran.
"He is right my dear, he is right." Her voice echoed in my ear as darkness encased me and the shadows attacked me.
YOU ARE READING
Desert Wings
FantasyIn Kara's village at the age if fifteen your wings are freed from the chains that have bound them. Once you can fly you must cross the White Desert, a land covered almost entirely in ice and snow, and the inhabitants are not all friendly. Gods and g...
