Dust.

Chapter 5 "Her"

Stiff, can't move.. So still is the air as my breath creates circles in the fog, wait fog... where the hell did that come from....

I slowly move my sweat soaked hand into my pocket, whilst replaying her voice over in my head "Hello Jack, Hello Jack..."

I still cant bear to move, but I know I have to at least prepare to defend myself, though I'm not power full enough to defend against her magic, or even think to attack, wouldn't even knock a hair of "her" back...

She's still standing there....

Looking down on me... Well I really can't tell from this angle, the sun is directly behind her, or at least a creature of tremendous size and width, with her voice to which my assumption is I think its her...

A soft droplet of sweat, rolls down my spine, through my cloth shirt, and stops just before hitting the lining of my shorts... Shivers run all the way up my spine back to my neck as if I was wearing a scarf made of fear, ever clutching my throat, though not strangling me, but constricting me...

She takes a step forward... her paw gleams in the sunlight whilst the sun falls ever lower past her silhouette, her pale, prestigious paw, the only thing I can clearly see from down here... She doesn't speak, nor dare I... I am ever slowly reaching for the shard of glass I found...

She stops, for a second I believe she was about to pounce, forever sacrificing my life for her own devious reasons... But she doesn't, she stands there and takes a seat...

I can see the palpitation of her chest as she breaths... the soft flowing hair of her forearm ever gleaming in the soft gracious breeze.. The sun falling on the canopy of the Varden, her silhouette becomes clearer, her pearl white coat of magnificent armor made of pure hair, as if she stole the hair from a fair maiden from the west, the most beautiful women are said to have pure white hair, a sight to be seen...

Though the "maiden" in front of me is no woman, a beast, with opal black claws, glimmering in the sunlight from the sunset.. 

She stands up, at this point I have clasped the shard of glass and prepared for an attack.... She bows to me....

Stretches her right paw and forearm out in front , and lowers her head and her long sharp ears turned soft and curled, the straight hair on her back turned sluggish and flowing.. Her tail still, rubbing the gravel underneath her on that hill...

                                                                        .............        

She turns away... and walks out of sight...

I feel as if I should follow her, strike her when she is weak, bowing to her opponent in which she traveled far to find... 

I am overwhelmed, in the open, out of cover, in full front of the sunlight, blinded...

Completely vulnerable, and yet she bows, giving my a highly regarded form of respect, something you only do for high folk... and walks off....

I'm still stricken to move, still play "Hello Jack" over in my head, listening to the tone in her voice.. Listening to find her reason, for all this.. her body language has taken my hypothesis on her intentions.. unless she tricks me into lowering my guard...

My guard is gone, completely lost in the wind...

I hear another voice, soft human voice... sounds like a child.. I turn around, no one is there... I look around searching for that voice, no one is in sight. I look at my feet, my socks are still there. The sunset dies, and all my love for this day with it. I look down at my feet again, and my socks are gone, now there in my hand.... 

My eyes flicker with a blinding light... I grasp a tight hold on my socks, wondering how they made it to my hand... 

I drop, falling backwards into the ground... My head hitting the soil as my body is still and not a flinch in sight. My arms fall with me, letting go of my socks, my body is asleep, or dead... Yet my mind is still here, my eyes are closed from the light, I cannot open them, my body is still, laying in the grass, all soft and squishy.. 

My socks are pulled from my loose fingers, and I cannot grasp them... I cannot move..

I'm paralyzed... or I could just be dead........