The night sang with the winds, taking moments to breathe before sighing another breeze. Clouds were low, gray, and disconsolate as each one settled further apart in the endless sky, but amidst the dreary sight was a bright light, her hair as gold as the flame of a candle.
Her pants came out heavy as she struggled to quicken her pace amongst the vast grounds of the plantation home. Her heightened senses allowed her to hear the booming calls of her husband, who ran after her.
It had not been nearly a day that they had been married, and already the blonde was running away. She quickly recalled the matchmaker who had paired them, with graying hair and fading eyes, the old woman was wrong to pair the small girl to someone so much older and larger in size. He was nearly eight years older than her seventeen years, making him taller and in many ways, more strikingly handsome. Yet, she could not help the fear from swallowing her whole as she realized just whom she had married with little warning.
Even her parents had been distraught, her mother fainting in an instant and her father overwhelmed with disbelief. For this man was no man at all, and nor was he only her husband, but instead he was the town's outcast.
Dark orbs of black haunted her vision as she forced her legs to move faster. The girl tripped over the hem of her dress many times before she had finally fallen against the trunk of a tree. She held herself up, clawing the tree as her vision left her and she was left seeing those black eyes that troubled her so many times before.
His eyes were unnatural, ultimately confirming any suspicion that he was, in fact, unnatural. This minor abnormality was only a small part to represent the whole, for this man was a monster. He read time as if it were written on the back of his palm, his psychic powers and intuition allowing him to read her thoughts and sudden movements. He had been so accepting of the fact that she would run away upon arriving at her new home, only mere hours after their matrimony had been completed.
"Lorraine!" Cried out the man, but not with shock or alarm, and instead worry, as he watched her collapse against the tree. He had quickly closed the distance between the two of them, taking her into his sturdy arms and containing her in them as if they were bars of metal. She could not release herself from his hold, no matter how hard she fought him. She was imprisoned in his arms, and was forced to stare upon his dark gaze, "Lorraine." He had said calmer this time, his words breaking off in a mere whisper, "Why do you run from me so?"
"Because," she said breathlessly, "You are the town's misfit, a monster of black magic, and no different than the wizards that are evil from within a child's story!"
"No," he shook his head and abruptly grasped her two shoulders, "I am different. Please," he cried, "I beg of you, let me show you that my powers can be used for the better."
"But," she hesitated, "how can they be good?"
He smiled warmly at her, and easily replied, "Love is magic, is it not?"
"I suppose it is." She was breathless, as his head inched towards her own.
His lips grazed over hers briefly, before he pulled back once more, "Then let me love you."
And just like that, he crashed his lips onto hers, and despite her earlier feelings, she did not pull away. Why?
It was because she felt the magic, and she felt his love.
The End.
I may or may not make this into a novella or novel.
