The Forest ~ Short Story

{I love the silent hour of night, for blissful dreams may then arise, revealing to my charmed sight what may not bless my waking eyes ~ Anne Brontë}

I was a modest and unadorned woman. While the world viewed my sister, ever so elaborate, with awe-stricken, widened eyes, I sunk into the shadows and remained unnoticed. If you were to search up the word "mundane" in the English dictionary, you would see the name "Sage Elliot" in bold lettering. Any human being with sense could see that I was nothing special. I was born in a wearisome fashion and had persisted in being unvaried since then. But the truth is, although I rant about my monotonous personality, I loved living my life this way. It was a tranquil paradise where I did not have to worry about all of the eyes in the room falling on me when I made a mistake. Peaceful. How curious that life took that peaceful paradise from me in a mere second.