Flower Temptress
Evaelisk woke up, rubbing his temples gently with his index fingers. It was dawn, the day just beginning. He jumped out of the tiny bed on the second floor of his wooden cabin, and combed his hair. He dressed himself quickly, grabbing his satchel, filling it with a few weeks worth of bread, a knife, some twine, and flint. Today, he was finally going to be leaving the small villgae he had lived in for twenty years. He tied the satchel to his hip, and put a small silver revolver in the hip of his pants. He slipped on his wolf skin boots and bear skin gloves, and borrowed a few books from the library. A journy can be long and boring, he thought, so he might as well pass the time with some daring tales of beautiful women and demons.
He left the town, beginning his journey, not a soul having come to say good-bye to him. Being the inattentive person he was, he never payed attention to himself or his surroundings until he realized he was lost. He soon pulled out his compas, and decided to end the day with a small fire and some roasted rats. Not exactly what he had dreamed of, eating rats in the prarie grass with a tiny fire. But, he was sure the adventures would come wuick and abundant.
"This will be interesting," He said, striking the flint together to roast the rats for dinner. The sun was down, and it was a warm summer's night. He sat back in the short, soft grass, the moon and stars slowly floating by above him. He lay there for hours, the hair on his neck standing on end, and he felt as though he were being watched. He soon drifted to sleep, the grass ticling his face and the sweet aroma of unknown flowers filling his head. He couldn't wake up, even when the sun was burning light throw his eyelids.
`"Eva-ae-lisk.." Shhe sepreated the syllables of his name in a sing-song voice. He opened his eyes, squinting them at the light from the sun. He looked around, and saw no one. An immense headache was forming in that troubled mind, and he rubbed his temples.
"Evaelisk.." He heard his name again, and looked around. The voice was sad, with a bitter-sweet sound to it. He heard it echo through him, and shuddered. Why was he getting this sensation? He stood up, wiping his hands on his trousers, and laughed at himself. He followed his compass for hours, not knowing where he was at all. He began to groan from the pain in his toes, and sat in the grass. He took off his boots and wool socks and amssaged his feet. He heard her again.
"Evaelisk." It sang about his ears, the wind whipping the grass with a dark aura he couldn't stop dreading. He sat down, having decided to listen to what she might say, and became captivated by it, for what seemed like minutes, but had really been days.
When Evaelisk woke, he sat up quickly. The sun was setting, and it was some what colder out. The voice was gone. He looked at his clothes, much filthier than just a second night's stay in the dirt. He remembered the patterns he saw in his sleep, it becoming light, then dark, light then dark, and so on. Had days really passed by while he was focused on the girl's voice? He couldn't believe a woman's voice could do such a thing in the world he knew, certainly not. No, no person could entrance a man to make him sleep for her voice for days. What hallucinogenics had caused such a disaster? He swept through his memories to see what may have caused these hallucinations. The weed rats? Certainly not, they ate them in the village. But maybe they ate plants out here in the wild that were not native to him? Poisonous ones that cause hallucinations? He didn't think so, but decided to lay off the rats.
