Cielo "Bring me the Horizon"
Chapter I – A Good Morning
There she was, playing and running in a meadow with her family. She was happy and she was smiling. The field was beautiful and green with a bit of colorful flowers scattered almost everywhere. There was a boundary of tall mountain trees surrounding the area but she didn't mind. All she wanted was this moment to never disappear. She wanted to keep this moment forever.
Suddenly the wind grew stronger and stronger each moment and it carried everything that surrounded her – even her own family. She was scared. She didn't know what was going on and before her stood a figure. It seemed like it was protecting her from a huge monster. The figure appeared to be saying something with no sound but the little girl understood. She ran and ran but this time it wasn't in a meadow. It was through a field of fire. She was frightened and tears were flowing across her face as she ran. The monsters were chasing her and she sprinted as they followed her. Dead end. She was near a cliff and at the bottom was an endless pit of darkness. One of the monsters was holding a gun and it shot to her distance but the bullet missed. Yet, she tripped. She was falling…
She woke up from the brilliant sunlight that beamed from her side window. The birds were chirping outside and the weather was crystal clear but despite this wonderful scenario, the girl was immersed in bewilderment with a mixture of doubt. She buried her head in her hands thinking that it was just another dream – or nightmare. Someone was knocking on her door and the voice of a rather young man said, "Sveglia dormiglione! It's morning! Miss Elizaveta made breakfast for us at the inn!" and the girl quickly got off her soft bed and quickly changed. Her name was Maria de la Cruz. She was a charming lass with mildly tanned skin and dark chocolate colored hair that flowed perfectly behind her. She had hazel eyes and her smile was a radiant of sunshine. She was young and fairly eighteen years old. Maria was a simple girl that lived in the small town of Florentia in the country of Ytalia. She was merry and kind and sweet to everyone around her. The burghers always give her a look of infatuation when she goes out to the market. There was even one time when a few men – including those who were of nobility – tried to court her at the same time yet she refused politely. Maria wasn't the kind of girl to refuse such a romantic life. In fact, she used to dream of wearing a wedding dress with the man she wanted to be with. Of course, she didn't know who that man was. Going back, she had to refuse the lovely gifts and proposals because she was afraid plus she did not find any love interest in any of those men.
She rushed to the Heideber Inn located near the marketplace at the east. She bumped into people along the way and apologized. When she reached the place, she opened the door with a bang. Maria absolutely loved Elizaveta's famous home-cooked meals. The locals in the inn did not mind her excitement since it happens almost every day. The others greeted her with a smile and she greeted back to them. "Good morning, Maria. Did you sleep well?" asked the lady at the counter as she served porridge and a plate of bacon and boiled eggs. "Not so much. I dreamt of something odd. It almost felt like I was living in a nightmare." Said Maria as she engulfed her first bite. The lady was Elizaveta Herdevary and she was the inn keeper of Heideber. There was a young girl with blond hair tied with a cute blue ribbon that served breakfast to the other guests. Her name was Lili Zwingli, Elizaveta's right hand helper. As usual, the inn was jam-packed with guests from other places across the country – even the world.
"That must have been an awful experience for you." Was all that Elizaveta said. She could not say anything else or she did not want to say anything else at all. Maria just sipped her porridge in a momentary solitude. "Hey, don't be such a gloomy. It's almost fiesta time! Keep your spirits up! And I can see that your suitors have made you into a fine woman." Said Elizaveta jokingly as she twirled her finger at the middle of Maria. Maria's cheeks were turning light pink. "How immature of you, Lizzy!" and they both laughed at their silliness.
