All that is left of her is the reflecting moonlight on her midnight hair. The rising mist has swallowed the rest of her and her silken cape.
“Serena,” I yell, my voice crumbling with the leaves beneath me.
Where could she be going so late at night? What could be so urgent?
The moon shines – a flashlight in a dark, musty basement – catching the skeletal trees as they chant their secrets to the blackened sky.
I know I must follow her, but I am afraid of the slithering shadows and their sharpened claws.
“You must go to her now.”
I swirl around and around searching for voice.
“I can only protect her for so long.”
It is the mist that speaks.
I run now, into the forest, my bare feet leaving permanent impressions in the yielding floor. The trees move as I come upon them, opening a passageway, their bony fingers pointing the way.
The mist begins to clear and I see her now, fallen, sobbing.
“Serena, what has happened?”
She looks at me with silver eyes and I turn away in fear.
Her crying becomes ragged echoing off the tombstones and edges into a howl. I know I must save her, but how?
I follow her crooked finger as sparks make contact with a metal object against a tree.
I run towards the tree, picking it up, and run back to her as quickly as I can.
Her finger again shoots deep, blue sparks burning a circle into the forest floor and I begin to dig, somehow knowing this is something I must do.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
I bend down and wipe the surface of a rusted, metal box.
The rest I cannot see.
She pulls a large, iron key from her cape and slides it into the box.
An explosion of light blinds me and I fall against the ground.
Oh dearest, fairest light
you know what is right
bring back my gift of sight
this enchanted, moon-filled night
and I will leave without a fight.
If you turn against me
I will never, ever flee
bring to you such misery
take what’s mine away from thee
and forever you will cease to be.
She repeats again and again.
And the struggle between light and dark begins.
Due to popular demand I have decided to remove this last paragraph from the story and place it down here so that you can still read it 🙂
I awaken in the softness of my bed. Morning broke.
That was the strangest dream I have ever had.
I stand in front of the mirror curling my crooked fingers around the handle of my silver brush raking it through my silky, black hair, my eyes a smoky, smoldering hue of gray.