A while back a friend of mine Said to me “Tell me a story” So, the following Paragraphs contain a story.
This was made up on the spot in the Spur of the moment, I didn’t have any Idea where the story was going. I didn’t think about it before I wrote, I just did. So – don’t be too critical!
Smatterings of broken light burst through a canopy of trees into thin columns of golden light, elaborated by the gentle mist that hung in the morning air. The ground was littered with the fallen and withered leaves from the great towering monoliths that rose above Jade like titans.
It was with bated breath that the young woman pressed onwards through that forest, her feet crunching the fresh dew coated earth beneath. Tattered rags hung loosely from her slender form, messes of brown and cream all held some order in their chaos, covering all that needed to be covered and not much else more.
As if suspended in time, hung by threads woven by Chronos, her breath waited a moment, before joining the mist that surrounded her. White fingers coiled daintily around the rags she wore and pulled them closer around her. “Just where is it…” she muttered, her lips dry and broken.
Jade possessed a rich voice, fragments of regal tone emanated as she pushed each word past her lips “I know it was around here somewhere.” Then she heard it; a friendly sound, the heartbeat of a thumping bass, the woeful moan of a low violin and the brassy cry of a trumpet. “Finally.” the young girl exclaimed.
Her pale digits passed her pale freckled face and slid through her auburn hair. Her brown eyes looked onwards and around, as the young girl strove to find the source of the distant merriment. Brown orbs broken up with flecks of gold all massed around an obsidian center bustled, brimming with excitement as Jade spotted a light-source through the thick mist.
As if folding back the very fabric of nature, the young, tattered girl stepped through as if breaching into a new world. The ground was soft, there were no trees, a clearing that allowed the very light of morning to touch upon the ground. A powerful and warm glow radiated from the location.
Before her it stood, like a savior in the darkness. Wooden logs bound together and woven with various materials. A wooden door and a sound of music had never come to her in such a reception of pure delight. Almost all at once Jade dropped to her knees and brought her face down into her hands and began to cry “finally… finally.”
To be continued?
