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Faelight
«The shadow of a thousand regrets, the glow of ephemeral souls »
It was night already, the obsidian sky looming high above a figure that ran through a forest, her feet nimbly dancing over the various twigs littering the ground. The trees loomed like pale silhouettes, their normally virescent moss lacked the gold the sunlight gave them, instead moonlight streaked through in silver rays. She looked like an apparition within the leaves, the only bright speck but that served to her tragic demise. Her skin radiant with an inner glow, her eyes were burning with fear but if she slowed, there would be nothing left for her if she was caught. Even her own blood family was already disgraced by her, they wouldn't welcome her back. Besides, the elders would—
Voices. They were coming and they would catch up soon. Before then, she had to reach the Rift before the clock struck the 12th hand. She pulled out an intricately designed pocketwatch, her heart beat counted out each second, and a pull slowly came to her as the power of something washed over the female. A light in the distance, ethereal and fleeting, her only hope.
She reached for the light as she drew near.
Her fingers straining to touch it before—
Oh
Her world exploded into a burst of darkness. A crackle of pain at her backside where a bolt of something had hit her. All her breath was taken away as it pierced through her delicate skin. The elders, they have caught up then. Her body thumped down, the life already draining away, the coolness of her blood spread over her dress. However instead of the pain she had expected it was like ice dragging claws inside her body, some strength that seemed to try to push her into the oblivion of death. But no, she was determined. The tip of her fingers brushed the smooth but watery surface of the powers origin, using the last of her dying energy. It was a portal, called the Rift and it was forbidden for anyone to approach it. A ripple went across it, if she squinted the female thought she could see something beyond it before it a warm sensation spread from her hand. It was pure light, shining like ribbons across her skin as it began intertwining hand, fluttering and solidifying. She thought it looked like petals then swiftly turning her hand into particles of pale blue dust.
Like stars, so this was the power of the El...
"Step away from the gateway!" A sharp voice rang across the clearing. Wasn't it too late though? The half-fae felt a little excited, wanderlust drummed through her veins as her eyes were the only lucid thing against her glowing body. The end, or perhaps a new beginning, was near. If was a question of destiny if she would fall to peril before she even arrived at her new destination. Then, eyelids slowly lowered and then without any other thoughts, the rest of her body scattered into dust as a it floated away leaving to silence but the gazes of people at the skies above.
"Well, it looks as though the storm has finally begun."
The clock hand struck midnight.
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She was told to stay quiet, but her silence cost her everything.
A light that cease to blossom any further.
Note
Brief prologue '^' More shall be on its way~