its dark. I walk in the woods and I stuble. stub my toe. hair catching in the low branches of nearby tormenting trees. there is a chill, but dispite the conditions of this evening I am well. I am close. near my safe haven. near my savior. nearer to my heart. near to my peace. close so close.
I feel movement behind me and I pause. listen. I know who it is. its always him. the hair on the back of my neck rises and I shiver. turn to face him and I see the blood red moon over his shoulder and I feel anger. I know fear. I put my hands out to my sides palms up and as I raise them I raise up from.
I feel my toes leave the ground. he is in the air too. we are above the tree tops. he's moving his hands and arms in an oddly graceful yet terrifying way. swirling. twisting. I can feel the energy building around him. "will you fight, Zilpha?"
"I will not."
"then you will die." his teeth seem to glow in this darkness as he grins at me. he thrusts his hand out at me as if throwing something and my chest feels like it has burst into flames. there is no visible marking. there is no blood. but there is pain and it rips at me from head to toe. my head rolls to the side and I whimper. my hands start to droop to my sides and I begin to fall toward the ground.
I can hear the lady with violet eyes in my head, "Zilpha, sometimes you can't help but fight. you cannot die now." I can hear him laughing above me. a cruel cackle that cuts through my soul and with my eyes closed. tears running down my cheeks. my hands slowly being to move upward again and my hands and arms begin a dance of their own. twirling. twisting. gracefull. powerful. making signs in the air. but this is not terrifying. this is not tainted with violence and hate. I bring my hands straght up over my head like I'm holding sonething and the instead of thrusting it at him I let it expand as I bring my arms down to shoulder height. big bigger huge gigantic and then it constricts suddenly and encompasses him mid laugh. smal smaller tiny and he is trapped in the pendant around my neck. in a blue stone. the stone turns black and now there are cracks that branch out from the middle of the stone.
the tips of my fingers burn and my hands cramp as I lower myself to the ground. sad and drained I continue on... my soul still feel the pain he gave me.
