Before you read:
I came up with this story based on a dream I had a few nights ago. In the dream, I was walking out of the room, into my hallway and going to the bathroom. None of the switches worked and half the house was dark. When I asked the woman why, she told me the Noah must have found the fuse box and played with them. I commented on how they must be stupid, to have found that, but not gotten out when the door is directly in front of their faces down the hall from the fuse box. And the woman just shrugged like it was no big deal. The dream was just so funny and random to the half-asleep me, that I came up with more to it. I had to make there be a reason why they couldn't find the way out. I had to have there be something to cause them to come there in the first place. And lastly I needed to make an identity for the girl and the woman. In the end, I had the strangest story in mind. After thinking about it, I have finally decided to share with you guys what I have. This before-hand is just a warning to how weird my story will be. I hope you enjoy it anyway. With that being said, let us get to the Prologue.
"Ring around the rosies
Pockets full of posies
Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall down..."
A girl awoke the the song bouncing lightly on the inside of her ears. It was her own voice, but one of a different, darker nature. Sitting up slowly, her baggy nightclothes clung to her with a kind of cold sweat. Meanwhile the air stunk of an almost intoxicating kind of perfume, one that could only be considered flowers and blood.
As she sat there, blinking in complete darkness, the scent slowly began to fade, as if left over from the dream. What was that dream? She couldn't remember. When she thought back, her mind was completely black. Devoid of image or memory. Such was much of her mind. Ever since she woke up, she only had the guidance of Nauna, as the familiar brunette woman called herself. And, naturally as all children do, she trusted the older woman with all she had. She didn't really have much of a choice. Not with the uninvited guest lurking around her house.
She remembered when they first came. The fear that they would find their way to her room in the nightly hours. Soon that had dissolved. Nauna had kept to her promise. She hadn't so much as seen the Noah, which made her far more comfortable to move around. Rising out of the soft bed, she made her way over to the door, before making her way out of it without hesitation.
The sight that had greeted her was a fully dress Nauna drinking a cup of tea. In the uncovered windows of the sitting room, the sun seemed to be high in the sky, in contrary to her blissfully dark room.
"What time is it? Don't tell me I slept beyond the noon hour again..." The young girl asked, stretching her arms.
"Good morning to you to. And it just hit noon a moment ago," was the response she got, the woman's warm brown eyes giving an almost twinkle.
"Dang it. I was hoping to be able to wake up earlier than that," the girl muttered, only to meet the kindly eyes of Nauna.
"It's okay darling. You are still recovering. I was thinking of heading out today as a matter-of-fact,"
The girl looked up as she sat down, her dark blue orbs curiously wide at the comment. "What for?"
"Oh it is a surprise," As she finished, Nauna laid the cup on the table and rose, making her way to the front door. Yet, as she cross the threshold, she muttered to herself in the softest of voices, "It is time to get him,"
Sorry it took so long for me to get something new out. Life + forgetting about = taking months to work on something fresh. Now that I have remembered, I will try and get more of my stuff done and work on faster releases. Sadly, I will be going away at the beginning of August, but I will try and get more of this done before that point. I hope you enjoy the new story, as late as it is. And, for those who are familiar with my works, remember my policy. If you want more, comment. If you want things changed, comment. If you just want to say hi, comment. I can never tell you how much I love reviews. Until next time, see ya.
