Eons & Angels
By: LonelyThorne
Down in the damp cold streets of Knockturn alley she ran lost in a spiral of chaos Mandrake's eyes blurred with unwanted tears. Her wild hair flying like a banner behind her, leaving only muddy footprints and spilt tears adding to the pouring rain. Past hags and wizards, trolls and things she'd never seen before trying to set as much distance between them as her legs would allow. She turned a corner and flew from the wrenched dark place and into Diagon alley the rain poured down in sheets now stinging her arms and neck and soaking her bones. Her lungs burnt and her breath came in shallow quick gasps.
Few still wandered the streets at this hour umbrellas and soaked books shielded those brave souls still shopping. The passageway arch rose into her distorted view, with every step seemed to grow farther away. Aching legs begged her to stop but madness refused to listen and now the only thing that mattered was to keep running. The wall suddenly raced towards her and she struggled to stop. Her shoes tripped and she splashed into a puddle feet before the arch, Mandrake reached into a soaked bag still gasping for breath and withdrew her wand.
But she did nothing simply sat there arms limply at her sides, her wand hand scraping the ground in the pouring rain. She stared up rain splashing into her eyes, up at the gray sky and the red-orange of the fading sun, up to the stars as faint as they were, hoping they could one day share the sky again.
By: LonelyThorne
Down in the damp cold streets of Knockturn alley she ran lost in a spiral of chaos Mandrake's eyes blurred with unwanted tears. Her wild hair flying like a banner behind her, leaving only muddy footprints and spilt tears adding to the pouring rain. Past hags and wizards, trolls and things she'd never seen before trying to set as much distance between them as her legs would allow. She turned a corner and flew from the wrenched dark place and into Diagon alley the rain poured down in sheets now stinging her arms and neck and soaking her bones. Her lungs burnt and her breath came in shallow quick gasps.
Few still wandered the streets at this hour umbrellas and soaked books shielded those brave souls still shopping. The passageway arch rose into her distorted view, with every step seemed to grow farther away. Aching legs begged her to stop but madness refused to listen and now the only thing that mattered was to keep running. The wall suddenly raced towards her and she struggled to stop. Her shoes tripped and she splashed into a puddle feet before the arch, Mandrake reached into a soaked bag still gasping for breath and withdrew her wand.
But she did nothing simply sat there arms limply at her sides, her wand hand scraping the ground in the pouring rain. She stared up rain splashing into her eyes, up at the gray sky and the red-orange of the fading sun, up to the stars as faint as they were, hoping they could one day share the sky again.