The Emotions Within

Mystery

She hummed to herself as she held an orchid in her hands. It was the middle of the night, the moonlight illuminating her room in a bluish-white colour. Her head rested on her hands, her gaze fixed on that yellow light in the middle of the woods.

Surely, that night she would figure it out. All she had to do was wait until everybody's asleep.

Her pink lips were curved into a smile. "Stories say that mystical creatures use to play enchanting music in the middle of the night," her soft and calm voice spoke drowsily. "I wonder if it's them."

She twirled the white orchid between her fingers and brushed her black strand behind her ear. Her eyes slowly drooped. That day was a long one, but she must not rest. She shook herself awake.

Looking at the faint, distant light, she said, "I wish to know who you are. You, who give me peace and joy."

Laughing to herself, she covered her mouth. She seemed crazy talking all alone, to a perhaps non-existant person. The door creaked a little and she quickly laid on the bed, covering herself with a blanket. She heard whispers of her servants who were checking on her.

As soon as the last lit lamp blew out, she got up. She sniffed since it was cold. The weather was good; it would prevent her from falling asleep. Again, she left carrying a small sword. She jumped out of the window to the ground and with a difficulty, avoided the guards. At least the previous night had been practice.

Her feet did not stop. She took off in the dead of the night towards the small, lone cabin. In the distance, she could hear the wolf howl and the crickets chirp. The dirt dug deep into her toenails and the grass cut at her ankles, but she did not stop. Her determination, fed by her curiosity, could not be thwarted.

When she reached the lone hut, the first thing she did was knock furiously on the door. "Hello?" she called out. No reply, except for the song. She waited. After a few minutes of standing in the cold, all alone, there was still no reply. "I swear this person..."

She roamed around the cabin, searching for an alternative way in or at least a window. She found one just behind, which overlooked the hills. It was closed and she tried to quietly pull it open. Even when she was at the point of banging at the wooden window, there was still no reaction.

She huffed and crossed her arms, thinking of what to do. A ray of light hit her eye from a small hole in the window. Happy by the discovery, she peeked inside the bamboo-made window. It was considerably empty, except for a bed, and a few furniture.

Her hazel eye moved around the single-room home. In the center, she saw person, holding a pipe to his mouth. She could see only his back and nothing else. His body swayed with the music that came from the pipe and he wore expensive clothes; that of a prince.

This added more mystery to the situation. She originally had the idea of a poor man, but the music was so spell binding that she deemed mythical creatures made it and now, a prince. If only she could his face, then she would know, at least if he was anybody she knew. There was also this unrealistic wish that he was her king.

"Excuse me!" she called out again in her sweet and innocent voice. "Could you please...." She stopped when she saw he wasn't moving. He was too immersed in his music to pay attention to his surroundings.

She went back to the door and kept on knocking aggressively. She was determined to find out his face, before daybreak. She was curious and she wanted answers. Why would he play in the middle of the night? How did he produce such beautiful notes from a pipe? Who was he?

Seeing that her aggressive tactics had no effect, she took out her small sword and forced herself inside. She slid it through the space between the wall and the door. The sword was placed at the hook. She jabbed at it and the hook broke. As soon as it fell, she slammed it open, shocking the person inside.

And what she saw...

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“Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you:
For every one that asketh receiveth; and He that seeketh findeth; and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.” (Matthew 7:7-8)

Too short for my taste, but short and sweet.