When
a dark, cold snowy night replaced the crispy, auburn sky, a little girl was placing herself on top of a broken branch which
fell on the ground as she peered through a broken, shattered mirror, touching
every feature of herself that she didn’t recognize. White hair, sickening pale
skin, silver painted nails – she ran them through her white hair and waved her
slim fingers in front of her…ruby red eyes. Dust engulfed her in alluring sapphire
blue sparkles, creating patterned frost at the tip of the fractured piece of
glass. The girl wasn’t aware of a beautiful phoenix locking its curious eyes at her odd
features and rare, bewitching powers.
The phoenix
attempted its best to not startle the little girl from her place, and it
flapped its wings as gentle as it could until not even a mouse would hear such
flapping from a close distance. As soon as it was close enough to approach the
girl, she spun her head rapidly, startling the phoenix as well. Her skin was so
pale, her body was as thin as a small spine, her ribs and hip bones were almost
as if it wanted to break through the boundary that was separating the inside
from the outside. Just staring at her weak expression almost caused the phoenix
want to escape its tears from its eyes.
“Wh – no
please, don’t go near me any further.” She croaked; her voice hoarse, weak and
scared. She curled into a ball and hid her face in her cold hands. The phoenix
smiled warmly, but didn’t listen.
“It’s
okay.” The girl’s head snapped up – she heard someone talking to her. “I won’t
hurt you.” It was talking to her in a
masculine voice she wondered if she had heard it before. He was smiling at her; a mythical creature. No one has ever smiled
that kind ever since her dear mother past away…because of her.
She hid her
hands inside a pair of gloves. “N-no, y-you don’t understand. I will hurt you.”
“You
won’t.”
“Yes, I
will.”
“You
won’t.”
“I will.”
“No, you
won’t.”
“Yes, I will!”
Shards and
fractures of ice sprung from under the ground, they were so sharp and pointy
that they nearly pierced through the phoenix’s wings, but, nearly wasn’t that
safe enough. The ice broke one of his wings; some of the feathers were plucked
off, the point of the wing was severely damaged and slightly curved. He
wouldn’t be able to soar off again for at the least, two weeks.
Transparent
beads of tears threatened to escape from the girl’s ruby eyes as she stared in
horror at what she had done to the creature’s wings. The phoenix was more than
horrified, but surprisingly, although she did cause injurious harm to him, he
had forgiven her from the inside. Just as he was about to say something…
A ball of
darkness struck right into his heart.
He could
not breathe.
He could
not utter a word, for his voice was swallowed by the darkness inside of him.
He could
only stare, and gasp hoarsely.
His eyes grew
from piercing, ice blue to golden yellow. Feathers became slick and slippery –
as if it was frog skin, or perhaps it was. His coat turned from bright, fire red
and brilliant yellow, into really, really pitch dark purple.
“So weak,
you are, Eolande.” There was the Queen of Evil, standing proud and tall, her hands sparking jolts of electric red sparks as the little girl drifted in mid-air, cocooned in the queen's magical sparks. “This child is no longer your
charge, for she would be mine.”
“N-no.”
Everything
turned black.
Author's Note:
Please help me find a fitting title for this story. This is actually the prologue of the mystery story I told you. Please, please, please give me some choices at least.
Thank You,
Hanun
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