The little child sat in the moonlight, her dark gold hair flowing in waves around her face and down her back and shoulders. Her green eyes were wide, like a hiding animal's eyes that knows it's been found. Her breath caught in her throat, and she really did seem to be a silver statue. The shape flowed like pure darkness over to her, but would not touch the light of the moonglow. "You resist, yet again, the beautiful world that I can give you. If you would let me come near, I could take you there. Your parents would see you again. Your brothers would play with you. Here they are; look around." The shape gestured to its right, where four figures stepped from the darkness. Her mother's face, then her fathers and brothers. They were really there. She blinked, and this movement seemed to reanimate her once more. She held out a shaky hand to touch her mother's hand, but when her fingers touched the skin, they sank through what seemed to be only an illusion. She suddenly realized that her hand wasn't in the light. It darted forward and snatched her hand, pulling her shocked self into the darkness where It wrapped her in its dreaded, unwanted embrace.
lady madrigal · Fri Jun 17, 2005 @ 04:41am · 1 Comments |