I do NOT own anything of Prètear or anything! This was something I created to relieve boredom…. Please review because this is my first time sharing my writing of any sort with the public.
The moonlight bathed the forest. The wind's cool caress coursed through the branches as if strumming an instrument. The hoot of a fowl mingled with the song of the night. The fireflies danced, lathering the lands with light. As fast as a light switch turned off, everything changed.
Himeno watched in mortification as the clouds engulfed the moon. The wind's frozen bite violently rocked the branches and whipped Himeno's hair. The air throughout the woods was silent now; every enchantment of life seemed to evaporate.
"Do you see Princess how fast I can turn Leafenia into a sinister place?" A voice called out, it was dripping with smugness.
Himeno twisted around to follow the voice only to see empty space. "Who are you? What have you done?" She demanded in a low and steady voice.
Himeno hoped the stranger didn't recognize her terror. Her pulsing blood was synchronized with her thundering heart. Her mouth was dry, her breath hiked up.
She bunched her fist together as she saw the flash of movement. The bush a couple feet away was quietly quivering. A low, rumbling growl escaped in that direction.
Wrong way, Princess! The voice entered Himeno's head. The voice invaded her brain, breeching her privacy. Abruptly, she felt the pressure around her waist, ensnarling her. It was rough hands against her clothing.
The body was so cold like ice. She tried to wriggle her way free; those powerful hands had her in an inescapable position. A surge of sheer fright gave her some power, but even then Himeno flailed uselessly in her attacker's grip.
A small whimper escaped her mouth. The attacker held her closer; she could feel his body mold uncomfortably to hers. His mouth pressed against her ear, his sharp chin digging into her shoulder. His body was not warm or inviting like the one Himeno thought fond of, but possessive and demanding.
"This world is mine; one day, you'll be mine too, Himeno."
At that moment, Himeno felt excruciating pain as if her entire body and core was being lighted on fire while her skull was being ripped apart slowly like a scab being removed from flesh not fully healed. She shrieked.
As she bolted up from her bed with her hands nearly pulling out her red hair, Himeno realized it was dawn.
She rolled into a ball, cradling her knees to her chest. Even with her blankets and comforter, warmth had deserted her. "It's just a dream, it's just a dream," she chanted to herself, willing the tears to not fall.
She gingerly stood up from her bed. She saw the pink flowers, a reminder of her mother. Those simple flowers seemed to soothe Himeno once again.
She recalled the day she planted them. They were blossoms of love between her and her mother. She recalled her mother's beaming smile that seemed to put a sparkling twinkle of passion in her red eyes which she passed to Himeno. Her words were spoken in her quiet, musical voice.
"Mom, how are you? I had a horrible dream. It's been a while since I've had a bad dream." Himeno murmured to the plant.
Time to start the day, no point in ruining the day with a bad night, Himeno reflected. Little did she know, Himeno's life was about to change.