CURSE OF THE EVER REALMS

Chapter 7: Beating Heart Of An Angel

Morning breaks through wisps of cloud with generous light beams from the yellow haze as if gold painted the scene across rolling fields. Strokes of a mid century oil painting, it resembled the renaissance.

A window tainted by ancient dirt over looks the view but like tinted glasses in the summer sun. Not much can can seen but the air is swift and light with a breeze that freezes even the warmest heart. Here Marc wakes and with a roar like a sleeping dragon, emerges like a tangled beast in the undergrowth. Holding his head tight, he looks up toward the sun, flinching.

Sam by the creaking window, gazing at such meadow as if to sigh at the nothingness that is warm yet lonely. Only if a smile would grace the lips it would remind Marc who she once was.

"I remember you know" Marc states with the pound of a drum in his head.

"What are you flapping your gums about now?" Sam lost in thought barely responds.

"When you would look like that everyday it rained as a child. We couldn't go out to play on your favourite swing so you'd sit there mopey." Marc sat by the edge of the bed smiling as Sam hands him a icy water jug.

"Well that was years ago. How do you even remember that?" Sam laughs pouring the river of crystal through the spout as it sings a low groan.

Fearing that he would remind her of too much of her past, Sam decides to change the subject. Clumsily clambering on the frosty wood of the rickety birch floor she tip toes stumbling like a fowl. Marc simply despairs of it all but cannot help but laugh.

"Look instead of laughing at me how about you drink that so your drunkenness goes away! Huh!?" Sam points a finger at him and then attempts to open up a window.

Sadly it is forced shut, she barges into it with a shoulder but it is does not budge. Right then a passing figure catches her eye, making them flick to the area, once realising who it was she bangs on the window with force which makes Marc yell out and make a noise in protest.

"Do you mind!?" Marc slowly lowering himself back onto the bed so his head softly rests on the pillow to curb the noise.

"Look i am sorry about your headache but look who it is, come quick." Marc removes himself hastily from his resting spot and charges forward to look out of the same grotesque window pane. Barely able to view Marc looks confused, he has to wipe away the grime on the cold glass before making a reaction at who Sam was referring to.

"Isn't that the girl from the market?" Sam nods and smiles.

"She will know where we are and why we have been brought here of that i am certain."

Sam piles on a mountain of clothes and dashes down the flight of uneven stairs. Running out into the courtyard and yet she is met by no one at all. Street laid bare before her like a single firefly in the shadows. Reminding her she is always alone, no matter where she may be. Behind her comes a familiar voice that sparks a little fire inside her soul if but for a second.

"Sam? Is that you?" In slow motion Sam turns herself around to meet the familiar vocal tones that danced in her ears with a sweet melody. Shock is all that she could register on her face, no emotions or gestures just pure surprise of this sudden meeting.

"Loui?" Sam almost fainting in pure shock gets lifted up back to life by Marc who had slowly managed to make his way to outside. Turning to her Marc in a parrot like fashion repeats.

"Loui? Wait? How? How...is this?" Louise finishes his sentence for him as the two gorping mouths stand patiently in front of her.

Louise sets herself down onto a bench made from what looks like harvested materials from the once overgrown fields. Skin touching the seat brings twisting and turning nature unfolding into a delightful position around them all as they unwind ready for their catch up. Deserved after so long without each others company. Looking around the empty streets they sit silent for one moment, breathing in the air so fresh that it makes your lungs almost burst with how chilled and crisp it is.