Hello people! I had this story idea in my head and I just had to get it up here. I know I've got two other stories to finish and I should hold off on this one...but I can't help it! :p Okay so here's the intro to my newest story. Enjoy!
Prologue
It was cold. It was dark. The moon shone down on the lake casting a peaceful glow around the girl as she took in the sight around her. Snow covered every surface, each withered treebranch dusted with the white frosty substance creating a shimmer wherever the moonlight touched. The pond beneath her feet was cold and somewhat flimsy. Patches of thin ice could be detected here and there. Yet she kept her balance easily. She might have been walking around on a carpeted floor for all she knew. But the cold and the snow didn't bother her at all. She felt none of it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew this might be cause for concern. Wouldn't she catch hypothermia out here like this? Shouldn't she be trying to navigate safe ways off of the ice rather than walking around aimlessly along the glassy surface? Couldn't she fall in and die? All of the above was very plausable. But the girl simply couldn't dredge up the will to care. All she knew was ice and snow and the moon. And it was all beautiful.
Small snowflakes fell and swirled in downward spirals around her. Curiously she held out one lone pale hand and a snowflake landed there. She held it close to her eyes as she studied the intricate, frosty webbing that wove and bent to create the unique flake in her hand. It was pretty. And surprisingly it didn't melt off of her hand. She only had to tip her palm for the tiny flake to fall to the ground to join it's kin. Another thought. What...what was she doing here? Shouldn't she be somewhere else? She thought so. There was somewhere she was supposed to be. But the barest beginnings of a brush of unease had only just manifested itself in her, when the feeling dropped like a rock leaving her feeling as peaceful as when she first came to the pond. When was that exactly? A minute ago? An hour? Hard to tell... The girl looked up and clasped her hands behind her back casually.
" Excuse me, but can you tell me what's going on?" Nature speaks. That was something she had been told before. The earth was a living thing. The sun shone brightly when it was happy. The earth burned hot when it was angry. It rained when it cried. It snowed when it sleeped. The wind carried the earth's voice and thunder was her will. The Earth speaks. Where had she heard it before? Any of it? She didn't know. ' Well, whoever told me that was either lying, lied to, maybe mistaken-or seriously delusional. Nothing's happening.' She gave up. It didn't feel like such a tremendous loss yet somehow she thought maybe it was supposed to be. A loss of what exactly? Hope? Knowledge? Comfort? The girl looked out in to the black and white forest curiously, allowing her vision to invert into itself so that the falling flakes could become crystal clear.
Maybe she could stare them down for answers. Even though she hardly had a notion of what answers exactly she was looking for.
Done! So what did you think of the prologue? The first chapter is already under construction and might be out as soon as next week-sooner if I can manage. Please R&R and Bless your happy happiness!