09-07-2016, 02:28 PM
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She wakes on the Mountain after a long slumber.
She finds a girl and heals her.
She begins her trek down the Mountain.
None of these events seem too strange. Sunday has fallen into sleeps before so deep she doesn't rouse for years. Moss grows over her, and even now it sticks in places she can't reach and can't clean. She doesn't bother, it makes her feel one with the earth again.
Every step she takes down the Mountain, however, removes that feeling. The sensation of peace, of being "one" with the earth...it leaves. It dissipates until she is left with nothing but an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She can't hear the plants whisper like she once did, nor can she feel the calm, cool sensation of earth on her skin. She hears nothing. She is deaf to it all, and afraid.
But...it was just right here!
She is in the meadow now, a land both familiar and alien, for she's never seen it this crowded. Many mill around, looking for something, for anything. She finds the nearest and asks, in her diplomatic way. "Hello, I am so sorry to bother you...but has something happened? It's just...I..." even she doesn't know how to phrase the next sentence. I what? She what?
She finds a girl and heals her.
She begins her trek down the Mountain.
None of these events seem too strange. Sunday has fallen into sleeps before so deep she doesn't rouse for years. Moss grows over her, and even now it sticks in places she can't reach and can't clean. She doesn't bother, it makes her feel one with the earth again.
Every step she takes down the Mountain, however, removes that feeling. The sensation of peace, of being "one" with the earth...it leaves. It dissipates until she is left with nothing but an empty feeling in the pit of her stomach. She can't hear the plants whisper like she once did, nor can she feel the calm, cool sensation of earth on her skin. She hears nothing. She is deaf to it all, and afraid.
But...it was just right here!
She is in the meadow now, a land both familiar and alien, for she's never seen it this crowded. Many mill around, looking for something, for anything. She finds the nearest and asks, in her diplomatic way. "Hello, I am so sorry to bother you...but has something happened? It's just...I..." even she doesn't know how to phrase the next sentence. I what? She what?
SUNDAY
never put your faith in a prince. when you require a miracle, trust in a witch