The Pictures it Shows

By: Azurian Dreamer

Back and forth.

It swings with the precision and familiarity of an old grandfather clock.

A mixture of crimson and gold, a pink orb on the end of a golden chain.

Back and forth.

With its timed swings a picture, unclear though it is, forms in mind.

Fear.

I can taste it now.

A bitter flavor that I wish to spit out.

Afraid.

I feel the fear of the fearful.

Strange.

I am now scared.

Frightened by the piercing screams that fill my mind.

The terror of the innocent, the glee of the guilty.

Back and forth.

Calm.

Steady.

Constant.

Disclaimer: I do not own Eskaflowne.

Author's Notes: Kind of different. About Hitomi's necklace. Just the rambling of a strange mind. Ok. You can review now. Or not. Whatever.