Re: [PRE] A Samhain Story Contest!
Her eyes shimmered in the dark as the mist rose up and coiled around her feet like a snake trying to constrict something. She looked towards the sea, hoping that the mist would die soon and diminish into the air.
Where am I? she thought.
Who am I? her thoughts kept lingering around and more questions began to spark inside of her mind.
What am I? she thought again as she looked down at her hands and noticed that they were not the smooth, pale skin that her husband use to caress. But instead, her fingers were long and delicate and a dark shade of grey, almost like the color of ash.
Am I dead? Am I alive? What is this feeling inside of my chest? she clutched her hand against her chest and felt nothing. No heartbeat at all, and but she was still breathing, so that was a good sign.
What!? she let out a horrible scream but the scream that she let out was not her own. It was diabolical, almost as it was taunting her.
Are you dead my dear? her thoughts asked her.
I'm not! she told her thoughts, but in the back of her mind it lingered and pricked at her mind like icy fingers. She was dead, she felt dead, but she was dead with a conscious.
The mist continued to rise up and it was now curling around her body, straining her chest as the snake grew in size.
She walked steadily but slowly towards the shore but she felt her kneese getting weak, this was not her body, this voice was not hers, she was not herself anymore.
She got down on her knees and crawled towards the shore. She wanted to cry, she NEEDED to cry but the tears did not come out, not one emotion was inside of her body. She pulled herself into the water and looked down into the quivering and unsettling image. Her hair was no longer red, it was black. Her shimmering eyes were fading away and being left in its stead was a very dark maroon color, almost exactly the color of blood.
"So, you are born again." a soft yet masculine voice came from behind her.
If she was normal she would of screamed. But instead she craned her neck and looked at the tall man.
He had a hood that leaned downed around his head and covered his eyes. His skin was dark and ashy like, but the most unique thing that she could see about the man was the sneer that his mouth formed.
"Born again?" she asked.
The man nodded and walked towards her, but she immediately stepped backwards and into the cold water.
"Don't be frightened my young child." the man grinned and took off his hood, revealing the rest of his face. His eyes were slanted and his eye brows were parallel to them. To someone else they would of appeared hostile and cold. But to her, they seemed friendly and warming. His ears were different, they were not like hers or anyone elses that she has seen. They were curve upwards and to a point.
"Who are you?" she asked him, leaning in closer. The scent he was giving off was amazing, almost alluring and seductive.
"My name is of no importance." he said slyly and then threw his hood up over his head. "But you, your name is already given. We know who you are." he grinned again and extended his hand again. This time she took his hand.
His hand felt warm against hers, like it was a perfect fit, her hand in his. Her eyes flickered to his and she gave a soft smile, but still she felt nothing.
"What are you?" she asked softly while looking at his ears.
The man smiled. "Oh you are a thick headed one aren't you?" he dragged her along, away from the shore and into the thick forest.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"Don't you ever assume things for yourself?" he told her.
"You don't have to be rude!" she harshly said.
"It's not my job to be rude, it's to tell the truth." he grinned.
They continued to walk through the forest all the way into twilight before they stopped and sat down. She was not tired at all, and she assumed that he was not either. She was afraid to ask why they stopped, considering it would be another question.
"We stopped because they are coming. They howl into the wind." he said to her, then immediately stopped to listen.
The wind gently rustled against the leaves but in the distance she could hear something. Something running towards them. The sound of an animal running. But she heard something else, something horrible behind the sound of the running animal.
"What is that?" she asked.
"That, my child, is the sound of death. The Legion walks again, and it walks with a fury."
She caught herself grinning and she was surprised, it wasn't an emotion, but it was a start. Something inside of her burned, it burned like an unholy fire that was ready to be unleashed.
"The Legion?"
He nodded and from under-neath his hooded robe his took out two curved blades that ran along his arms. "Just run! Run west and stay away from the road! You'll find a mountain with a broken path that leads upwards. Once up there, you'll know your way! Trust me! Now run!" he yelled at her.
She did not need to listen to him again, once he stopped talking she began to ran in the direction she was ordered to. She did not know which way was north or south, but inside of her chest she knew which way was west.
"I will protect you my Queen!" the man yelled again, and soon after that was the clash of steel against steel and then a soft laughter, the laughter that would send chills up Death's spine if it had one.
My Queen her mind began to talk to her again.
My child, does that moon look beautiful tonight?
