Post by Elias/Faye/Bellandonna on Oct 7, 2019 20:46:03 GMT
I was always a dancer even in my youth, I must’ve been a mere 30 or so. People just, loved the way I moved. She loved it the most. The cold lady. She told me I would dance for her now and one day I would make the white stuff on the ground red for her.
I remember running. Mothers hand on mine pulling me forward at speeds I didn’t know I could reach. Her beautiful starry cloak billowing, legs burning as we pounded forward. Shouting behind us and arrows sticking out of trees.
The snow was cold on bare feet and the sky dark. A spatter of red. Mother slows down and then in a flash of magic we are propelled forward. Out of sight of the Winter Court guards. “Elias. You have to run. I’ll try to hold them off. Get to the spring court. Your aunt will hide you there. I love you.” She disappeared again in another flash of magic. Fire, lightning and ice swirled and crackled in the distance.
Turning and taking off again. Over the booms and clashes of the magical battle behind me one sound pierces through, a scream, spine chilling and familiar. The last thing mother did.
I made it to my aunts. She gave me a new name. Taught me more dances. These ones made people smile instead of scream. I waited for mother but she didn’t come back. Maybe she was captured maybe she was dead. To find out I had to get more strength. More power and so the Material Plane called.
That Belinda is why I accepted your deal. We need to get stronger and go and find my mother.
I remember running. Mothers hand on mine pulling me forward at speeds I didn’t know I could reach. Her beautiful starry cloak billowing, legs burning as we pounded forward. Shouting behind us and arrows sticking out of trees.
The snow was cold on bare feet and the sky dark. A spatter of red. Mother slows down and then in a flash of magic we are propelled forward. Out of sight of the Winter Court guards. “Elias. You have to run. I’ll try to hold them off. Get to the spring court. Your aunt will hide you there. I love you.” She disappeared again in another flash of magic. Fire, lightning and ice swirled and crackled in the distance.
Turning and taking off again. Over the booms and clashes of the magical battle behind me one sound pierces through, a scream, spine chilling and familiar. The last thing mother did.
I made it to my aunts. She gave me a new name. Taught me more dances. These ones made people smile instead of scream. I waited for mother but she didn’t come back. Maybe she was captured maybe she was dead. To find out I had to get more strength. More power and so the Material Plane called.
That Belinda is why I accepted your deal. We need to get stronger and go and find my mother.