I wake as if it's an emergency, as if sleeping had become a dangerous thing. My heart beats fast and there is a buzzing in my brain and together they panic with jump-leads. Only now my brain is as a flat battery, the exertions of the night being a marathon of erratic problem-solving. I look around to see where I am. My arms and legs covered with scratches and a few open wounds. The shirt my mother gave me was now covered in dirt and grass. What's the worse thing that could happen?
I realize now that it wasn't night time anymore, and so I quickly tried to get up and go back to my father. I drag my feet accross the tall grass, looking for the moon to lead me back, but it was almost noon. I was lost. I expected to see the barn and the cottage on the way back, but instead, I saw an old Church not too far away from the barn that should've been there.
I was confused, had I lost my way? My chest starts to tighten up a bit and my mind was a mess.
The clouds started to form, and I knew that I had to go and find shelter. I walk towards the Church before the rain starts pouring. I enter the Church and there she stood. A girl about the same age as me, maybe older, with long, straight, silver hair that reached her toes. I would've been scared to death if I saw someone in an abandoned place like this, but not to such a beauty that stood in front of me. She gazed into my soul; her eyes of liquid amber scrutinizing things inside of which I could only dream of seeing in myself. She was a mystery. A dangerously beautiful mystery, and I was ensnared in the trap which she'd set.
The light from the stained glass of the church poured down on us, showering us with beams of light of different colors. They caught in her hair, these vibrant beams, making each silver strand reflect it and seem as though it was alight with passion. Her skin was illuminated by the sunlight; she looked deathly pale, and calm. She wore a long, and loose white gown that draped over her shoulders to the floor. I knew her heart was beating away inside her, like a constant drum. Longingly, I devoured her face with my eyes, wishing with all my being that I could reach out and brush my hand against her cheeks, or under the feathers of her thick, dark lashes.
I refrained from doing so, and continued to succumb to the endless torture of watching her without being able to touch. She was like a china ornament, and it seemed that even the gentlest caress would break her delicate form. Her breath toppled out of her soft lips like a ball of tumble weed softly blowing through the sky. She was a fallen angel; a princess of darkness; a twilight queen. She was a mystery. A dangerously beautiful mystery. And I was captivated by her.
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