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Strands of the Island

Far from home, long presumed dead, a girl wanders the folds of her mind alone. Long before the “New Dawn”, Laliegha had lived among friends; she’d written many well-known works. Now, however, there were no jovial times or laughing friends. There were neither books to read nor books to write in. Of all the things she’d grown to miss from her life, her song would prove most tragic. After two years of this solitude she’d forgotten her voice. The words of misery and longing lay trapped, buried within her heart; they had lost the angelic portal through which they once freely passed.
Reminiscent tears tell a sad tale of a son which could tame beasts and hearten the wounded. Her eighteenth summer had begun to pass just as her seventeenth had done, same dank room in the same stone tower. The vacancy of her sunlit prison stifled her heart and enfeebled her prophetically beautiful mind. Outside the cloudy window a late-day’s weakening rays cast shadows beneath the golden flowers on the Islem Mord. No being danced in the warmth of the sun, as Laliegha so deeply wished to, but Laliegha knew this emptiness, as with the day, would soon end. The Islem Mord, or Death Island, was well known for the dense fog that jealously consumed the island when the sun went down. Night’s arctic hand throttled the island, and immediately the streets were filled. Thick shadows had risen, the Kirin they are called, and begun their nightly dance throughout the city streets. `The Kirin are beings of shadow` Laliegha began to remember from the schoolbook, `Throughout time they have been called enigmas. They are the purest intentions of an ancient race believed to have been consumed by the fog. Little is actually known of their lifestyles or actual creation, though it is know that they are inorganic.` If she had a voice, Laliegha would have begun to chuckle at this information. The Kirin swarmed everywhere, forcing the fog to rise from their path. They were everywhere except the tower where Laliegha was being held captive by Lord Khronahn, lord of the shadows.
Since the time of her capture she had been pondering the reasons why she was being held there. The day they found her she had been walking quietly in his halls. She was lost and had no idea how she got there nor how she could leave. Laliegha gazed once more through the now darkened window, but there was something amiss down below. The Kirin had froze, all of their empty faces pointed at the window she was staring from. In two years they had never once noticed her, and now she could feel the stares of millions of empty hearts focused, not on the tower, but on her. Cold sweat began to run down her spine sending a shiver through her meager frame. All at once the fog and the Kirin began to charge towards the tower. The fog’s mighty form pressed against the tower. Its fangs filled every crack in the tower’s stalwart form. From far below the sound of war had begun. The Kirin were storming up the tower, destroying all that came unto their path. It wasn’t long before Laliegha could smell them on her floor. `They reek of death. This smell was what met me when Khronahn’s guards brought me to this room. If I make it out of here, the world would learn so much about the Kirin.` The heavy iron door of Laliegha’s cell exploded inward, narrowly missing her.
“Laliegha, are you okay? Laliegha!”
The Kirin flooded the room, their hungry hands pulling at her clothes. The stench of fresh rot and old death tore at her nostrils.
“Melonie, it’s Laliegha, come quick! She’s in trouble!”
Their putrid claws bore into her warm flesh. Her blood seemed to excite the Kirin. At the sight of it they all began to howl a ghastly song. `Between this pain and this stench, this may just be my end` she thought dismally.
“Out of the way Myros.”
Laliegha could feel a strong yet loving hand on her shoulder. It was warm and seemed to be pulling her side to side as she began to cry in fear and pain.
“Laliegha dear, please come back to us…”
A kind voice rang clearly in Laleigha’s ear as she woke with a start. Beside her sat the gorgeous form of Melonie Cleerwatre and beside Melonie was a thoroughly worried Myros.
“You had that dream again didn’t you,” Melonie began in her motherly voice, “You were remembering the day Myros and I came to save you weren’t you? It is all okay now. You are here with us. It will all be okay now.”
Melonie held Laliegha close to her and began to hum. Laliegha cried silently into Melonie’s well endowed chest, and before too long was peacefully asleep once again.