Days Between the Tomorrows

Meeting the Keeper

A shudder goes through your body.

You can't think.

You can't breathe.

You can't hear anything but that haunting melody ringing in your ears.

You try to step back, but your body refuses to move.

You are paralyzed with fear.

Suddenly the black cloaked figure turns to face you. It has the face and body of a young woman. Well, except for the hands. And what you mistook for a cloak or robe, was actually a cape. She appears to be wearing that black cape with the hood up, hiding her face from view. She is wearing a deep red dress that seems to flow flawlessly onto the ground in front of the chair in which she sat. She was staring intently at you with her skeletal hands folded neatly in her lap, watching you, not saying a word.

She removes her hood. Dark brown curls fall gracefully down her shoulders and chest. She has an average appearance. Pale complexion. Long, thick eyelashes. Medium lips shaped perfectly into a calming, knowing smile.

Her eyes are what caught you off guard. Dark brown. Small. Pitch black pupils that seemed to go on forever.

And wisdom beyond belief lay inside those eyes.

You are standing there. Terrified.

Because somehow. Someway.

You know this woman's name.

The Keeper.