~just a dream...~
3lizitbeth walked up the hill to the few crumbling walls of the castle she came to often in dreams.
She placed the four roses she had brought in an ash smeared window sill. She said a quick pray and stepped over a low wall. Light seamed to be brighter in this area even though the ceilcing was gone and it should have been the same if not dimmer than outside. her eyes lowered she went to wear the stair case would have been. She walked through feeling like she had just come out of a house she had been locked up in for years. she peered at birds flying over the patches of forest. In her dreams it was darker longer than it was light. It would be what would have been day for what seemed like minutes and black night creeped over everything the rest of the time. Feeling someone coming toward her she turned knowing exactly what she would see. A black...shadow you could say...walked quickly toward her. In her dreams this black faceless person was her keeper. It took her away when darkness was to fall and it opened doors for her when day came. It took her to the nowhere that was home. That nowhere was a grassy area in one of the patches of forest. In that area you could only see about two feet into the trees and the rest was black and colorless. 3lizibeth never remebered how the shadow got her into the area. She wondered what kind of things happened in the night outside her strange home.
The black creature picked her up and within a short time she was in her nowhere the creature gone. She wondered if the creature was somone who would save her from this strange place oneday.
~edit~
3lizibeth woke, her dream realer and more living than ever before, and it was one of her shortest dreams. Which in many ways was strange seeing as her dreams seemed much longer, usually, that is. She leaned forward, she had been standing up. not enough room had been inside the area she was in to sit or lay. She was in the hollow of a tree and she had turned toward the inside becuase she was cold. she turned forgetting why she had been there. Then she saw the gray skys and dark clouds. Wet and dampness everywhere. She remembered it had started to rain and she stepped into the foggy sort of drizzle left from the vast dark storm last night. Her hair was wet already and she didnt mind the coolness. After about an hour the drizzle stopped and she soon heard the regular birds chirping. Wandering like she usually did-even though she knew this forest more than she did her self. She tripped over somthing and standing up she saw what she had tripped over
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 serentiy2 · Wed Jan 02, 2008 @ 08:53pm · 2 Comments |
