Dancehall Disco- Halloween night- 1994.
Loud music plays and the party is in full gear. People in costume line the hall and dance to such Halloween classics as The Monster Mash on the dancefloor. A young woman dressed like a medieval maiden holds an empty plastic Dixie cup in her hand. She whispers something over to her friends- a bumblebee, a sexy go-go dancing robot, and a Cleopatra. The woman's friends' motion to her that they can't hear her over the music. She gestures to her cup, and they nod seemingly getting her meaning, and continue dancing.
The young maiden goes over to refill her drink at the makeshift popup bar and places her order with the vampire behind the counter. The vampire hits the tap of a beer keg and fills her cup, passing it back to her. The maiden thanks the bartender and hands him a bill- he shakes his head at her and tells her not to worry about it and that it's on the house; he then shoots her a cheeky little wink. She blushes, smiles, and offers him her thanks.
The maiden takes her drink and squeezes through the congestion of the party- pushing past costumed partygoers. She heads down a side hallway and passes by a large queue to the bathroom; she sighs, thankful that she hasn't yet had to relieve herself tonight. She walks further away from the party and the loud noise of the music; hoping to get some peace and quiet to herself for a moment. Finding a little silent spot down the corridor and off to the side a ways, she stops and leans against the concrete wall of the interior. She sighs heavily to herself before taking a sip of her drink.
The air around the maiden lies heavy and thick; suffocating her and causing the woman to begin to feel lightheaded. At that moment a large and aggressive gust of wind blows through the hall causing the outside doors to fly wide open. The startled maiden chokes on her drink and starts coughing. Lightening illuminates the exterior through the now open doors adjacent to her. Following this strange and sudden gust of wind, the door to the utility closet situated across from the woman begins to vibrate and shake violently. Loud buzzing and humming can be heard in the woman's ears, drowning out the sound of the music and the revelry of the partygoers. The humming and buzzing noise comes to an abrupt halt as a huge thud and crash is heard from within the closet itself. The maiden freezes in terror staring wide-eyed at the door and then back down to her drink (she hadn't thought that she had drunk that much but who knows?).
The door to the closet flies open; much to the horror of the Dixie cup maiden; and a fully armored knight stumbles forcefully backwards into her, causing her to spill her drink. The knight whips around so suddenly, that he nearly loses his footing entirely and almost falls on top of the young woman. He somehow manages to regain his balance however, bracing himself against the concrete wall; beneath him pinned against this wall lies a terrified yet curious and lovely looking maiden.
The maiden looks down at her now beer stained wet gown, obviously peeved, and then back up to the handsome knight who was hovering uncomfortably above her. He wore quite an authentic costume she had thought upon taking in his full form, which loomed above her in a dangerously close proximity. She remarked internally to herself, that his armor was quite realistic looking and that the only thing that was missing was a helmet to make it truly authentic- she had also supposed now that some people were taking the matter of this evenings costume contest rather seriously, and that there wasn't a chance in hell for either her or her friends at winning this thing.
At that very moment, one of the maiden's friends; the bumblebee; stumbles drunkenly into the corridor and takes notice of the knight and her friend in what appears to be a rather close and intimate moment.
"AWWWHHH!!! GET IT GIRL!!!" the drunk bumblebee yells out gleefully to her friend.
The maiden turns to the bumblebee in horror, "GINA!".
"You get your knight in shining arm-armor...and yo-you..." the bumblebee slurs, burps, and hiccups, wobbling where she stands, "Yo-youuu ride that stud off into the sunset...!".
"Oh...my...God...", the maiden responds mortified.
"We're not waiting up for you! Okay! BYYYYEEEEEE!!!" Gina quickly spits out before stumbling off back in the direction of the dance floor.
The knight lets out a warm chuckle and the maiden quickly turns to him her face flush with embarrassment. The knight takes in her appearance appreciatively, and the maiden does the same of the knight. Their eyes meet and they both smile awkwardly. They stare at one another, eyes locked in each other's gaze for an indefinite amount of time; the awkwardness soon giving way to warmth. The warmth of the evening soon giving way to love.
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