a trip to another realm.18:30 Jul 28 2012
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wrote this a while ago. let me know what you think.
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How did I end up here?
How did I end up in this place, this unholy abomination of an existence? My heart beats in harmony with the cold, stale water dripping onto the stone floor and the air echoes with the sound of disappointment. I can smell the memoirs of the previous visitors and feel their broken souls.
I am frozen. I cannot move. I'm not sure if I am paralyzed physically or psychologically, but I am stuck with my arms curled around my knees, trying to keep myself from dissolving into the black corner. I am watching, waiting. What am I waiting for? A savior? A chance to escape? I wouldn't be able to escape anyway, were I given the chance, because I can do little more than watch and wait and listen and breath.
I am trapped in my bubble of nonexistence. Nothing affects me. Nothing changes my shallow breathing and my silent contemplation. But I am freed from my bubble when I hear a noise; a desperate scramble of claws on the cold stone floor. It is probably the rats, coming to get me, coming to take my soul.
But I sense a presence, a warming, beautiful light that cannot be seen, and I know it is not the rats. I am afraid to raise my head and yet too anxious to stay still. I am attracted to the invisible light and yet it blinds me and I shy away from it. I'm conflicted on whether it would be safer to open my eyes or keep them tightly shut. Finally, tentatively, I open one eye and then the other. There is a figure approaching me: female, and more beautiful than the promise of a bright future, more welcome than a meal to a stranger, more intense than the light of a thousand stars. She approaches seemingly without moving an inch, until suddenly she is standing before me, looking down on me with both a sense of superiority and pity.
There is something familiar about this apparition; her golden-white ringlets and eyes of the softest blue; her small nose and rose-bud lips; her smile, which is more radiant than any imaginable beauty. Yet, so much about her is unfamiliar; her grace, her power, and her cold beauty; her long, flowing robes of violet and silver; her sense of omniscience and a still deeper sense of humility.
She speaks, and all my senses come to awareness. Her voice not only fills the room, but also seems to echo outside the room and inside my own mind. "You," she says, with the air of a queen and also the gentleness of a family member, "are Rosaline. Am I correct?"
"Are...are you an angel?" I asked tentatively. I wondered whether or not my sanity was still intact. Places like this can cause illusions and wreck one's common sense and ability to form thoughts correctly; in this place, I could see an insect and think of it as a king.
"I do not appreciate your indifference! I asked you, now, what of your name? Are you Rosaline?" the apparition demanded. I felt a deep shame for having ignored her inquiry, as I wanted so badly to please her.
"Yes, I am Rosaline...but who are you?"
"It is as I feared..." the woman mused. "Rosaline, you do not belong in this realm. You need to leave."
"But who are you?" I inquired tentatively. I was afraid that she would be angry, but instead her expression softened and she looked down on me with a gentle smile.
"That is of no concern. However, I can assure you that I will cause you no harm. I know you, Rosaline. I love you. I will protect you, as you have protected me in a previous life."
I gasped. I suddenly realized why this angelic apparition seemed so tauntingly familiar. Daring to take a closer look at her star-like beauty, I suddenly recognized her misty oceanic eyes and the look of gratefulness hidden within them. "Addie...?"
She smiled sadly. "That is who I once was, yes; however, that was an entire lifetime ago, and now I go by many names. None but you know me as Addie, your sister. You took care of me in that life, and now I shall take care of you in this one.
COMMENTS
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Brigantia
17:21 Jul 29 2012
I really liked the ending to this story