Silver Drop: The Chronicle of cursed magic

Chapter 1: A dream

I could see darkness created by the thick barks of the trees. Their long leaves hindered the sky from reaching down. Colors were seen nowhere. There were no birds or animals to make a noise. Ghost-quiet. The leaves were still as a rock. Like someone ordered them to be. The whisper of the wind seemed muffled. And I didn't know why and how I was there.

"Hello!"

The only sound I could hear was my own- echoing through the empty forest. Suddenly, a sound- floating to my ear. Where was it coming from? I thought. But it didn't matter. Before I could make up my mind, I was running. Not knowing what I would find.

Finally, I paused and my eyes barely stayed close to see what in front of me was. A little place narrowed down in between the bass forest. As if it was there, pushing everyone aside. Where the trees no more shaded the ground. The sky up there was clear and bright.

A woman stood there, alone. She was the center of the scene. Her long golden hair fell on her waist like a waterfall. Her eyes were framed by long, ebony lashes, free of mascara. The light cast shadows of them onto her pale cheeks, creating long threads of silk. Her lips shimmered in crimson red that resembled a rosebud. Each strand of her dress floated magically as if she was in the water. Her voice hummed in the motionless wind. It was no language I could understand, but it hissed, as it spoke to me. It was the very sound that brought me there.

I grasped my thoughts- reminding myself it wasn't real. I took a step forward and the sound stopped. My heart was beating faster. But I reached out again and this time—I heard a voice. I looked around, only to see the lady fading into a fog.

"May!"

It grew louder, and the scene disappeared and a hand came out from the fog. Pale and wrinkled, leaning out for help. But within a moment of sight, it became dark and massive, nails turned into thick-long claws and blood escaping from the rigid skin pores. It rushed toward me out of an uncertain hunger.

"May!"

It was the last thing I heard and open my eyes- having sweaty palms while my head popped up from the warm pillow with a pounding heart. I realized it was just a dream.