Hidden Identity

by dayna87

A beautiful long blonde hair girl enters the garden with a tranquil look on her face. She is not who she seems to be. When she leaves the garden, everything she says or does is part of her mask to the world. She is a hidden identity.

1. Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Hidden Lesson

A stilled house is filled with darkness around midnight. A stealthily shadow glides across the floor and down the stairs, expertly missing the creaky third stair. Creeping into the kitchen and then making a quick meal for a later occasion. Once this task is completed, the person returns to the top floor, changes and covers self with a hooded cloak. Gracefully flips out the top floor. Running. Inhumane speed. Fierce determination. At destination, taking a deep breath, the figure enters a garden through a hidden wooden gate within a wall of vines. The door is unlocked by a key from an unknown object. The garden is filled with a multitude of coloured flowers, tall shady trees and a waterfall flowing into a stream. The prize of the garden is one eternal moon flower at the centre of the garden.

An innocent smile appears on the hidden face. Pulling off the hooded cloak, a waterfall of golden locks falls. A pale face with bright blue eyes glittering with glee and peace. The slender body is covered with a flowing gown of silver with a holy shimmer. Gracefully sitting on the bench near the rose garden she begins her lessons. First 20 minutes of meditation to remove the stresses from her life, which you would not think she had any by looking at her. Then practicing languages, both dead and alive. She starts with perfect English changing to Latin, French, German, Japanese, and then many other languages not heard of. Once she has practiced what appeared to be at least 30 languages and she is satisfied with the precise grammar and articulation, she moves on to other topics.

A beeping on her device indicates it's time to leave her hidden garden and return. One more walk through the garden she replaces her cloak and leaves the garden safely locking it. A pained expression appears on her face when she glances back. This garden is her home not the place she must return to.

Returning the way she left and making sure each occupant in the house is dreaming, she allows herself to breathe and replace her mask before going to a restless sleep.