So... hi! This is a co-written story by theKeeperofMemories and chocolatebackground, as you should be able to tell.
theKeeperofMemories wrote the prologue, and chocolatebackground will write Chapter One, and so on.
Please R&R!
Prologue
Dark… so dark… and cold… freezing…
I was blind… trapped… the pain, the torture…
Her bright smile, so warm and innocent. Her elegance, her pride… my sacrifice… her tears…
The blood on my hands… the lingering smell of roses, mingling with the metallic scent of blood… the cries and shouts of anger and pain… the fires dying the world red, the smoke smudging the sky black… the scent fear and sweat… the room, dark and cold… the chains, so heavy with sin… the blade, so sharp, gleaming in the sunlight… a flash of red…
And here I was. Here, it was even darker, even colder. I was freezing, and there was nothing to protect me from the biting cold. The chains were even heavier, dragging me to the ground.
I was vulnerable, naked, and cold. Tears constantly trickled down my cheeks as the guilt and sin pressed me down, making it difficult to breathe.
My only comfort was the soft lullaby echoing through the room. It sounded so much like her…
If only I could have another chance… if I could just see her again…
But eternity had passed, and nothing had happened.
The lullaby continued to play, and I added words to it, singing along until my voice was hoarse. I continued to sing, my voice replacing everything I had forgotten.
Why was there guilt? Why am I chained? What is this scent of blood and smoke? Where is she?
But one day, the day after eternity, the lullaby changed.
A voice, familiar and haunting, echoed through my prison.
"You are forgiven," it said. "Your wish has come true. But I will never forget your crime. Neither will any of us. We never will."
And suddenly, it was so light, so free. I was free.
Warmth flowed through my veins, filling me, and I shuddered with pleasure.
And everything was so bright, so colorful, so beautiful.
The green was vibrant, the brown rich. The purple and red, yellow and white so bright and pure. The blue was so vast, the black so lacking.
I was in a forest.
And before me was a mirror, crafted and embroidered with gold. It was taller than me, the borders a beautiful pattern of flowers, vines, and trees. Tiny faeries with silver tipped wings hid behind the leaves, goblins peeked over the vines and birds rested on the trees, tending their nests.
I ran my hand over the gold, so skillfully crafted and designed, so vibrant and trembling with life, with magic.
I looked into the mirror.
I haven't changed. In fact, I looked better than the last time I saw myself in a mirror.
Then, the mirror rippled as if a pebble had been thrown into it, and my reflection disappeared, replaced by an image of a tidy, comfortable room.
The walls were painted bright gold, with little orange and red roses. The bed was unmade, but it wasn't messy. Near the bed was a closet made of simple wood, and across the room, opposite of the bed, was a desk.
And sitting at the desk, scribbling away in a notebook, was her.