Christy Moody: Prologue
1950, Iceland
A wizened old crone sat hunched at a loom. She put what seemed like the final touches on the piece of cloth there. With one swift movement, she cut it off with the shears. And one could then see that it was not quite finished. It was still unraveling around the edges. The lines crossing it were unremarkable, yet it had a strange crystallographic pattern. If one glanced more closely, one would see a purple thread twisting through.
The old woman glanced at the pattern in disgust and tossed it in the dustbin. Many other cloths were in there, all having the same purple thread in a different pattern. The witch's eyes suddenly gleamed. She snatched up an indigo thread. And a pink. And a turquoise, a brown, a red…
She started with the blue thread, at the top of the loom. Gradually she wove the others in, too. Soon they all intersected. And the turquoise traced the blue almost exactly…
The turquoise gained a new prominence, thickening, standing out. Somehow that was important. She had to remember. But she drifted onto the shores of sleep.
And in the tropics, a lizard scampered to a Morpho Butterfly. And in the ocean, a dolphin was caught up in a game with a turtle. And at a magic school in England, a continent thousands of miles away, a boy with strange eyes chased a girl with a startlingly cold soul…
A/n: mmmkay, I KNOW that this came a bit late! 50 points to whoever can tell me what " crystallographic" means! Leave your house name. I
Well, anyway, ¡VIVA SLYTHERIN!
I know that this really sucked, but PERHAPS you will understand my story better. I think I will change my name to Rhapsody. I'll have 2 see. You have Epiphany to thank 4 this! {The name set me thinking…}
www.elizabethhaydon.com
Well, signing off for possibly the last time as Slytherin Pure Blood! Ya'll ROCK!!!
1950, Iceland
A wizened old crone sat hunched at a loom. She put what seemed like the final touches on the piece of cloth there. With one swift movement, she cut it off with the shears. And one could then see that it was not quite finished. It was still unraveling around the edges. The lines crossing it were unremarkable, yet it had a strange crystallographic pattern. If one glanced more closely, one would see a purple thread twisting through.
The old woman glanced at the pattern in disgust and tossed it in the dustbin. Many other cloths were in there, all having the same purple thread in a different pattern. The witch's eyes suddenly gleamed. She snatched up an indigo thread. And a pink. And a turquoise, a brown, a red…
She started with the blue thread, at the top of the loom. Gradually she wove the others in, too. Soon they all intersected. And the turquoise traced the blue almost exactly…
The turquoise gained a new prominence, thickening, standing out. Somehow that was important. She had to remember. But she drifted onto the shores of sleep.
And in the tropics, a lizard scampered to a Morpho Butterfly. And in the ocean, a dolphin was caught up in a game with a turtle. And at a magic school in England, a continent thousands of miles away, a boy with strange eyes chased a girl with a startlingly cold soul…
A/n: mmmkay, I KNOW that this came a bit late! 50 points to whoever can tell me what " crystallographic" means! Leave your house name. I
Well, anyway, ¡VIVA SLYTHERIN!
I know that this really sucked, but PERHAPS you will understand my story better. I think I will change my name to Rhapsody. I'll have 2 see. You have Epiphany to thank 4 this! {The name set me thinking…}
www.elizabethhaydon.com
Well, signing off for possibly the last time as Slytherin Pure Blood! Ya'll ROCK!!!