An eternity of lightning

Chapter 3

Crystal walks through the dense forest, descending her way through the mush and trees. She looks around her, but her eyes are still crystalized, and she doesn’t realize that in a few minutes, she won’t remember anything about what just happened. 

Miles is crying her name as he sees her from possibly a half mile away. “Crystal!” He shouts, and she looks toward him, but her eyes are glazed and dull, as if there were no one behind them. “Crystal, please!” He says, as he reaches her, and tries shaking her, but she doesn’t stop walking. 

At least she’s walking toward home.. he thinks, as he follows her, trying to take her hand, but it’s as if she is a walking stone statue. She is cold and refuses to move anything but her legs. 

Still, he follows her, as loyal as he should’ve been from the start. 

Astrild cackles, her voice cracking as much as it should from being nearly five hundred years old, when the creature took her mortality and wrapped around her throat, giving her the life of eternal darkness, the life that she would’ve done anything to prevent. 

England, 1513

“Father, will we be serving the dukes tonight?” Astrild asked, smoothing the front of her her skirt down. 

“Astrild, my child,” her father said, smiling at his dawning glory, “you look more like your mother each day.” he caresses her cheek, kissing her forehead and smiling down at her. 

“Will lord Bascdin be there?” she asked of curiosity, for having overheard him talk to his adviser of how they were becoming betrothed to keep money in the family. 

“Of course, my child.” he says to her, nodding and taking her ebony hair in his hand and examining it before placing it behind her ear. 

She nodded, her hair flowing gently around her face, and she looks up at him with clearwater eyes before heading back to her quarters to be fitted into a corset.