To Light The Darkest Of Nights
It was the darkest of nights. The blackness was absolute, blinding the tall ebony haired woman who struggled to find her way through the gloom. Drenched emerald green robes clung to her form, as she forced her way forward into the teeth of the howling gale. Wind and rain taunted her, lashing at her mercilessly. Desperately she swept sodden strands of hair from her face, water cascading down pallid cheeks teardrops and raindrops merging as her gaze tried to pierce never ending night.
Tree roots clutched mindlessly at feet and ankles, staggering she nearly fell then pressed on into the face of the storm that darkened the world, hands out stretched in front of her as though seeking for something. No light shone in the void, not even the faintest sparkle of a faraway star. Oppresive blackness pressed heavily upon her, leeching the strength from her untill weakness sent her tumbling to the ground, and she awoke drenched in perspiration and fighting to keep from screaming.
Every night since the news came Minerva had dreamed the same dream of a world devoid of light. Every night since they told her that Albus had been lost while on a mission, she suffered the torment of the same nightmare.
Tonight though it was different. Tonight there was a light gleaming faintly in the darkness, a shining beacon she strove to reach as howling wind and cutting rain drove her back. Tonight there was a voice that whispered on the wind, "In the darkest of times I will be there. There is always a light in the darkness my love."
The voice strengthened her, lifting her up, giving her new energy to surge into the face of the storm, to fight the darkness that engulfed her. The warm golden glow calling her on, growing stronger and brighter with every step untill night was banished.
Strong warm arms folded around her in a grasp that she had thought she would never feel again, dragging her out of the realm of nightmares, and back to a land that was suddenly filled with bright new hope. Tender words like the softest caress of a summer's breeze, "I have returned my love ..."
The brush of familliar lips encouraged Minerva's eyelids to flutter open, sapphire blue eyes that shimmered with tears met her own. Frantically she clung to him, burying her head against his chest feeling his heart beat against her's, reassuring her that this was no phantom in the night but Albus returned safely to her side at last.
Author's Notes
The idea for this one just popped into my mind, and I nearly didn't write it since I was busy with other things, but then I reminded myself how I want to get back to putting writing first. And so I send this story out into the world, I loved writing it and hope others will enjoy it too. :) Please review.