Chapter 4 Echos from the past
Another hall decorated in greens, grays, and blues. At the very end of the hall is a four paned rounded window. Star stops at the door next to the window, and pushes it open. The enchanting little room welcomes few. She walks over to the black wroght iron dresser to pick up a glass figuirine. It embodies a smoothy sculpted Unicorn rising on its hind legs. The Unicorn rears so high that no person can ride it. Her eyes show bulge against her head in fear, and her mouth opens in an unaudible scream. This Unicorn is too wild to ride. The iregular shaped mirror it stands on reflects the girls sallow face. She twists the key at the bottom and soft, erie music starts playing. The white silk at the balcony starts swaying in the breeze, in rhythm with the music. The gray silk on the canopy bed starts countering the beat, where the wind turns back to go outside. Star walks with determined smooth steps. She sits on the hard iron chair. The vanity table matches the dresser. Wrought dark iron stand with and gray-emerald marbled top. The mirror is framed in complex grey iron twists. The only things on the table are a comb, brush, and a round bowls filled with water, floating leaves. She picks up the brush running it through her thick , waist length hair. The sun has gone past the mountains. Leaving only the slightest hint of its existance. She dips her fingers into the bowl of floating leaves. The waters swirls creating a picture in the whirlpool, but she does not notice. The leafs outside her room beckon her onto the balcony, but she does not move from her position. Elbows on the table, leaning forward to meet the girl in the mirror. Lost in her own eyes. The last rays of light dissapear. The girl whispers a prayer.
When Mithros returns, may he bring well being to all creatures.
May The Goddess bring content to all souls.
May Shakith guide my footsteps to follow my heart
So mote it be
This I ask of thee
The wind stops, the trees settle, the water sits still.
A view in the mirror.
The sound of emptyness.
Footsteps on rock
The beating of her heart
The stillness, closeness
Silent drowning with no pain
Inaudible screams
Nothing
©Lady_Silver_Astri_Amaroq 2001
