Cleao stood on one of the many balconies of her house.
She gazed out onto the rolling hills and endless sky. It was
cold, to say the least - she shivered and pulled her coat tighter
around her. The sky stood grey - dark and foreboding. The grass
swayed to the song of the wind, while advertising its death. Her
hair whipped eloquently around her face - framing it. Cleao appeared
aged with grief; subtle lines founded around her eyes.
She stood upright and stretched toward the heavens, yawning
deeply. A searing pain drove its way into the pit of her stomach.
She stood on both feet, stiff with throbbing daggers - her body tensed.
Every muscle - every vein went cold, they simply froze. And the pain -
too much to bear, so her eyes closed and tears fell forth. It began to
fade - fade…
"No!"
More - more of the ebony needles flew at her and she fell
backwards. Cleao passed through the glass door. The sound of the
shards scarcely registered in her mind. And, she wondered why she
did not feel slivers embed themselves in her flesh. On the floor,
she lay, surrounded by blankets of transluscent strings.
Cleao breathed deeply, fear entering her at the thought of
moving. She turned her head to the right, noticing how the rocking
chair was moving. The chair creaked and seemed to moan of what was
to come. She watched in horror and out of a child's curiosity, the
slivers of glass rise slowly toward the ceiling. They were glowing
an iridescent blue - dancing in a circle - faster, faster...
Then, they flung themselves down toward her. She closed her
eyes tightly, hoping that when she awoke that they would be gone - and
that she was not dead. Minutes passed - timidly Cleao blinked her eyes
open. The glowing pieces had not harmed her. No - they did not even
touch her, but created a circle, with her in the medial.
Langoursly, she stood and trembled on her feet. Suddenly it
was not as cold as it had been. There was a field of warmth coming
from where she stood. It was when she glanced down and actually studied
what the circle was made of, it struck her. They had formed runes - the
ones that she had so desparately wanted to learn how to read. And, now
that she knew how to read them - studying for years to know them correctly,
they told her of a forthcoming. Cleao read in tune with circle and moved
to access all of the knowledge. Just as she reached the last words of
wisdom, the shattered into even tinier pieces. They floated up once more
and began to circle her. This created a whirl wind that blew fiercely
through her hair.
Yet, it did not hurt - not even one cut or scrape.
Suddenly, they stopped - standing still, levitating in front of
her. Cleao tilted her head in vexation. What was this suppose to mean?
What were they asking her? Of course, they were inquiring of her as what
to do next. She gasped - a new strength washed over her body. Her flesh
broke out into a brilliant sapphire - a luminous light, so entirely pure
that it could blind. There was something that she knew she had to say -
something to command them. The glass needed to be back in its original
place - as it...
"As it was,"
Her voice, so filled with confidence and regalness, that it
startled Cleao herself. The shards of infliction flew instantly back
to whence they stood. They molded together in a blink of an eye and
the door stood - new - perfect. Cleao allowed a breath to escape -
she had not even know she was holding it. What was this eerie power
that encumbered her soul? Why now of all times did she find out that
a strength existed. And the runes - the runes, they spoke of a Heavenly
One. A new divine being that would be called upon. They would bring...
"Damn!"
Cleao abhorred that she had not read the words quickly enough to
receive all of the knowledge. Questions plagued her; how did a Heavenly
One stay hidden for so long? Was she the key to it all - would it be her
that found the one. She shook her head violently and fell to her knees.
Fatigue crept across her body as does ripples occur in a pond. She curled
into ball-like position, resting her head in corner of her elbow. The room
was warm and comforting. The knowledge that lay in her head now, was too
much to take in right now. In the morning - she would sort it out in the
morning. It was she could do - all she could do...
She gazed out onto the rolling hills and endless sky. It was
cold, to say the least - she shivered and pulled her coat tighter
around her. The sky stood grey - dark and foreboding. The grass
swayed to the song of the wind, while advertising its death. Her
hair whipped eloquently around her face - framing it. Cleao appeared
aged with grief; subtle lines founded around her eyes.
She stood upright and stretched toward the heavens, yawning
deeply. A searing pain drove its way into the pit of her stomach.
She stood on both feet, stiff with throbbing daggers - her body tensed.
Every muscle - every vein went cold, they simply froze. And the pain -
too much to bear, so her eyes closed and tears fell forth. It began to
fade - fade…
"No!"
More - more of the ebony needles flew at her and she fell
backwards. Cleao passed through the glass door. The sound of the
shards scarcely registered in her mind. And, she wondered why she
did not feel slivers embed themselves in her flesh. On the floor,
she lay, surrounded by blankets of transluscent strings.
Cleao breathed deeply, fear entering her at the thought of
moving. She turned her head to the right, noticing how the rocking
chair was moving. The chair creaked and seemed to moan of what was
to come. She watched in horror and out of a child's curiosity, the
slivers of glass rise slowly toward the ceiling. They were glowing
an iridescent blue - dancing in a circle - faster, faster...
Then, they flung themselves down toward her. She closed her
eyes tightly, hoping that when she awoke that they would be gone - and
that she was not dead. Minutes passed - timidly Cleao blinked her eyes
open. The glowing pieces had not harmed her. No - they did not even
touch her, but created a circle, with her in the medial.
Langoursly, she stood and trembled on her feet. Suddenly it
was not as cold as it had been. There was a field of warmth coming
from where she stood. It was when she glanced down and actually studied
what the circle was made of, it struck her. They had formed runes - the
ones that she had so desparately wanted to learn how to read. And, now
that she knew how to read them - studying for years to know them correctly,
they told her of a forthcoming. Cleao read in tune with circle and moved
to access all of the knowledge. Just as she reached the last words of
wisdom, the shattered into even tinier pieces. They floated up once more
and began to circle her. This created a whirl wind that blew fiercely
through her hair.
Yet, it did not hurt - not even one cut or scrape.
Suddenly, they stopped - standing still, levitating in front of
her. Cleao tilted her head in vexation. What was this suppose to mean?
What were they asking her? Of course, they were inquiring of her as what
to do next. She gasped - a new strength washed over her body. Her flesh
broke out into a brilliant sapphire - a luminous light, so entirely pure
that it could blind. There was something that she knew she had to say -
something to command them. The glass needed to be back in its original
place - as it...
"As it was,"
Her voice, so filled with confidence and regalness, that it
startled Cleao herself. The shards of infliction flew instantly back
to whence they stood. They molded together in a blink of an eye and
the door stood - new - perfect. Cleao allowed a breath to escape -
she had not even know she was holding it. What was this eerie power
that encumbered her soul? Why now of all times did she find out that
a strength existed. And the runes - the runes, they spoke of a Heavenly
One. A new divine being that would be called upon. They would bring...
"Damn!"
Cleao abhorred that she had not read the words quickly enough to
receive all of the knowledge. Questions plagued her; how did a Heavenly
One stay hidden for so long? Was she the key to it all - would it be her
that found the one. She shook her head violently and fell to her knees.
Fatigue crept across her body as does ripples occur in a pond. She curled
into ball-like position, resting her head in corner of her elbow. The room
was warm and comforting. The knowledge that lay in her head now, was too
much to take in right now. In the morning - she would sort it out in the
morning. It was she could do - all she could do...