Faithfull Imagination
Ch 1 Rebirth and Sandy
Pain and darkness. That's what I was feeling. It was cold, dark and I was alone. But then I felt light through my eyelids. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked around. I was in some kind of building, but I didn't know what kind. I stood up and took some steps around untill I stepped on something: shattered colored glass. I looked up and I saw a window with surely what was left of the glass that covered it. Through it I saw the moon; big and shiny, it seemed like it was calling me. I kept staring feeling safe, like nothing can hurt me anymore; the I heard a voice in my head telling me my name.
I kept starring until I felt something against my foot. It was a beautiful 6-foot tall staff with a big crystal on the top. It was made of strong yet smooth wood and decorated with feathers and beads. Once I grasp it I felt a great wave of energy that wrapped around me, lifting the glass'shards and making them spin into a vortex. Not knowing what was happening I closed my eyes afraid. Once it got silent again I opened them and felt something sticking out from my shoulder-blades; I looked back and saw a pair of huge multicolored glass wings. When I brought forward one wing to see it better I saw my reflection. I had long chestnut hair, sunkissed skin, little nose, small but full lips and heart-shaped face. But what stuck out more were my eyes: they were so light that every color can be reflected in them, like in a crystal.
Even if my wings were very big they didn't feel heavy at all. So I gathered all my courage and took flight. I was unsteady at first, but who could blame me, I never had wings before.
After few minutes I was flying steadly in the night sky. It was fantastic! I never felt so free. I wished that I could fly forever. But I couldn't. I had to figure out where I was. In that moment I saw a little town and decided too land there.
Once I landed I tried to ask information to the people but none answered me. Then I heard a man behind me and I was only able to see over my shoulder when something shocking happened: the man passed right trough me!
I was shocked. No one could see me. No one could hear me. I was invisible. I was a ghost! I felt sicker every time someone passed throgh me. I couldn't hold it any longer: I ran away in panic. I didn't know where; all I knew was that I had to get way.
I don't know how long I've run, but finaly exhausted I curled up in a ball and cried. 'Please. If this is a dream, wake me up!' I screamed in my head. I didn't want to be alone. I was so scared.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. I gasped and turned to see who it was. I saw a small golden man watching me with worry. When I say golden I mean like "made of gold": golden skin, golden robe and golden hair that stick out like the sun. On his head appeared a question mark.
"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" I translated.
I was shocked. He could see me!
When I didn't answer he bended his head in confusion.
"I-I'm fine. But how can you see me?! All that people in that town…"
He formed and exclamation mark with stupor, then he smiled
"So you're a spirit. Don't worry I understand; I'm a spirit myself."
He seamed harmless so I calmed down
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sanderson Mansnoozie, other known as Sandman or Sandy."
I smiled. He was so fatherly. "I'm Marzia Fantasia. Spirit of Imagination."