“There are many great truths which we do not deny, and which nevertheless we do not fully believe.” ~James W. Alexander~
I started working on Part 2 of my “A Look Into Me”…but then felt compelled to give you all another look into one of my other pieces. This is actually an excerpt from my Guardian series (Chloe, Sylvia, Kael, and Cian). I hope you enjoy…
“…there were gently sloping mountains that surrounded a grassy oasis. A slow flowing river separated a beautiful meadow and a vast evergreen forest. The meadow grass was dew covered and she could see a small purple flower blooming here and there. It was spring time and there were new leaves blooming on the trees surrounding the little meadow. There were a couple of trees on the bank of the river with their roots exposed to the elements, digging deep into the fertile ground. Large rocks were scattered about on the bank of the river also, like they were pushed up by the current. There was a light mist in the distance, heralding the beginning of a new day. A light blue chased the night sky away with a soft purple to tone down the brightness.
While taking in her surroundings, she felt something shift and heard the trees rustling in warning. The sky took on an ominous look, scattering the bright colors of the morning. A darkness swept over her safe heaven, like a giant black bird spreading its large wings to take flight. The wind grew stronger and whipped at her figure standing in the grass – instantly chilling her to the bone.
Weary of what could cause such a change in this beautiful oasis, she scanned the border between the trees and meadow – spotting a willowy figure draped in black, silently standing on the opposite bank among the evergreen trees. Slowly, the figure moved forward, stooped as if it’s bones were no longer able to support even the black it wore. The smell of rotting flesh replaced the once pleasant fragrance of her safe heaven. Gagging, she watched the being move closer.
She was transfixed to the spot she was standing, powerless as she watched everything in its path wither away and die. The trees grew gnarled and lost their needles. The grass turned to dirt and scattered with the wind. The beings face was nothing more than a host of shadows gathered together and writhing under the hood of the its robe, as if they sought freedom from the darkness. It seemed death had found her – her day had come. She suppressed a shiver that threatened to over-take her body.
It was pitch black now, and death was getting closer with each breath she took. Watching it, she knew she would never be able to take a stand against something this dark, this final, even in her dreams. It would swallow her and plunge her into a world of no color, a world of nothing. Panic seized her, and she willed herself to move – one step at a time. Her feet finally obeying, she turned and ran, never looking back, praying she would soon wake up…”
And there you have it folks…I hope you enjoy this dream sequence of Chloe’s. Looking forward to having this one out in the market soon! I know I have said that many times before…but what can I say? Life happened, and my creation once again had to take a back-seat.
“Citius, Altius, Fortius.” ~Henri Martin Didon~
Dum Spiro Spero 