However something was wrong in the area, something was there and should have never been. Liz's smile fade, replaced with shock, her voice vanished, blown away with the wind. Hawk eyes reflected not only shock, but an inmense happiness and pleasure, unable to believe her eyes her child self began to believe again. But confussion stood over all it when a gloved hand left the rein and pointed at the pale face of a young boy. He was a boy she knew well, his strands of blond hair falling over his eyes in a very faint wave, his eyes of an intense blue, like the sky itself, and his teeth in such a pearly white it almost seemed as if he conserved all his milk teeth.
"p...p...p...what the heck are you doing here Peter?" Liz finally managed to spit, finding her lost voice and realizing it was hoarse and dry with shock.
"I...I...um...my cat ran away!" he spat out abruptly looking around worriedly, his hands automatically fidgeting nervously.
"your cat!"repeated Liz with a very strict and noticeable note of irony and disbelief.
"yes! Fluffy! I saw him come here and I climbed after him, but I lost him!" Peter explained, shrugging carelessly, "he'll return by himself, as usual! But I dont like him running all about the city!" he finished calmly, and smiling innocently, as if he had never broken a glass.
"and how in the name of the great platinum dragons did you climb a two and a half meters brick fence, with a two meters rail fence?" inquired Liz quiet smartly, eyeing the boy suspiciously. Although her heart screamed with intense joy at his appereance, this stranger had a tendency to appear and dissapear at will.
"um...using the garbage bins by one of the points, you can see them if you go out!" Peter said convincingly, pointing at the direction he suspected he had come in through.
Liz remained serious and thoughtful for a brief second before letting her lips curl in an indulgent and friendly smile, the warmth and joy irradiating from it finally, the way she had desired for the last few moments. Peter, upon seeing this reaction, smiled at her in a bright, and almost loving way, a sigh of relief escaped through his lips, yet it passed unnoticed to the woman.
Elisabeth dismounted Pegasso and drove him torwards the edge, a place drowned in shadows, illuminated from time to time by the sparkling of a stray firefly. Then she took off the black helmet and the slender gloves and patted the beast with her bare hands, "stay there Pegasso, be good!" she had said soothingly and had layed her riding items down, on a large root that curled outside the ground.
"now that you have interrogated me, I shall do the same!" said Peter confidently, smiling brightly at the young woman, and placing his hands on his hips.
"oh are you?" she inquired casting him a daring look while she stood up from her leaning position (for she was leaving her items by the root) and walked torwards him with a dominant glare flaring in her eyes.
"what are you doing, galloping in a forest so late at night?" inquired Peter smartly, standing straight and proud at having inquired something Liz was surely not going to answer, for it seemed private.
"I needed time to think, and this is the place where I come when I want to think." Explained Liz calmly, yet her smile had faded and all the magick and joy that had once irradiated from her body had flown with the rain of stars that surounded their figures.
"Liz?" inquired Peter, his smile fading, replaced with a frown of worry, a dull image of his features that reflected those feelings he never thought would assault him, "Liz, are you ok?" he inquired silently, almost in a whisper, taking a hesitant step forward.
"I...I am!" she snapped inmediatly, but her voice quivered, broken, "the first time I found this place was the night my father brought me that white colt. I was only 5, and decided to take a ride at night, when the light is pale, to see if I could think of a name. And I got here!" started explaining Liz with passion, her sparkling gaze so lost in infinity it was almost as if she could see her past in the magick of the night, "I remember saying the fireflies were faeries, and imagining that, with their help, me and my horse were able to fly! How absurd and yet, what a vivid imagination. I can almost see myself galloping over the trees.
I called him Pegasso!" finished Liz with a wondrous look of nostalgy.
She collapsed in a heap on the floor and covered her eyes with the feminish hands, blocking the salty tears from the vision of the boy. Her body convulsed with each sob, revealing her sadness to Peter, who observed helplessly, listening to her moan "why is he so cruel, I love him" in a muffled voice, broken with sorrow and even quiet in embarrasment.
Peter walked torwards her and kneeled quietly on the floor, sitting behind her. Manly hands landed gently on her shoulders, blue eyes, sky fallen observed her gently and with a spark of pity. Peter ignored how to treat a crying girl, but deduced she needed love, and the return of belief in magick, for it truly existed. He felt her shake under his hands but ignored this fact. His face leaned forward, torwards her left ear, fireflies seemed to have gone silent, anxious, in a tense expectation of what was to happen.
"Liz, I can show you that fantasy, if you want!" he whispered lovingly in her ear, but it was mostly a question than anything else.
Liz looked up, confussion was written over her fine features, and Peter saw with a dagger stabbed in his heart that the woman's eyes were red and puffy, and trails of tears sparkled on her cheeks like rivers illuminated by the moonlight. He placed his thumb on her cheeks and dried them off gently, the light of a smile starting to illuminate the somber shadows of his worried mood, faintly and hesitantly.
"how could you?" Liz inquired weakly, her voice cracking, becoming the hoarse squeak of a lagoon bird.
"imagine this fireflies are faeries!" exclaimed Peter, whose face became bright with joy, alighted by that smile which had been tugging at his lips, "listen to their language, chimming sounds, like little bells. Look at their wings, moving quickly, they are like leaves...and, can you see their little, human figure?" started explaining Peter, standing up and tugging gently at the woman's hand to pull her up with him.
"I can see it!" Liz exclaimed, her lips breaking into a strong and powerful smile, her eyes gazing with a solemn and wodering look at the little figures that dashed past her. She could really see their human figure, their leaf like wings, and hear the chimming sound as Peter explained them.
"feel the ticklish feeling of Faerie powder on your skin...your hands..." Peter said more calmly, almost in a dreamy state, grabbing her hands gently, "your face..." he finished with an inaudible gasp, a hand walking it's hesitant path torwards the woman's face.
Liz face had been totally covered in faerie dust, the same as Peter's. Golden stars sparkled on her skin, a light the colour of warmth glimmered like ambar on her face. Elisabeth looked solemn, royal and almost godly, like the godess of all the sky, perfect in her beauty and in her appereance. Peter smiled lightly at this image, and for the first time in his long life he concluded she was the most beautiful thing his eyes had ever seen.
"just believe!" whispered Peter, leaning torwards her ear, his voice was so calm and soothing that Liz closed her eyes, and believed.
The young woman felt a sudden breeze, it was humid but not exageratedly cold which was an advantage. She felt light as this breeze, which seemed to come from the same heavens, played and danced with the strands of curly hair. She heard a distant neigh, alarmed and worried, but it was so far away, down into the depths of the earth, that she ignored it. She felt herself floating, as if she was totally weightless, the night breeze now played with her whole body, and light seemed to have exploded all around through her closed eyelids. A silvery luminity floated like a mist all around her mind, and the warmth and pressure of Peter's manly hands was comforting to her dull senses.
"now, Liz, open your eyes...and believe!" Peter said calmly, gently and casting Liz a friendly and even excited smile, full of joy and lust for adventure.
Liz oppened her eyes and a gasp escaped her lips upon seeing the unbelievable image before her. The forest layed under her feet like an enormous carped of a gloomy, dark colour, sparkled with the veil of stars that reflected on their water mirrors. It was absurd and incoherent, she was flying over the tall magesty of trees, however she believed. Peter threw her upwards and made a looping in his flight, all the way making a strange sound, like halfway between a laugh and a crowing. Liz screamed shocked at his sudden moved, but her lips shattered in million pieces when a smile of pure and absolute liberation and joy appeared in her mouth. She let herself glide next to Peter, the air opening to let her body pass through, caressing enviously each of her curves, letting her light figure gallop over their ethereal backs.
Peter flew next to her and grabbed her hand gently, smiling at her gently while his eyes gazed with admiration. Liz smiled back, feeling like she had never felt, totally alive. A thankful gaze sparkled in the depths of her hawk eyes. They flew high into the sky, but didnt realize for their eyes were fixed upon each other, hungry with desire for something that didnt ocurr but should have. In their glide they approached each other, curious but true. Their eyes closed, their lips collide in a feathery touch, a gentle kiss that was a brush to the deep and passionate kisses Liz had had with other men. However, this kiss, in it's infant innocence, was far more magickal than any of the adult and lustful kisses she had ever received. Long but innocent, Liz was so inmersed in it that became absent from the world, and lost notion of anything, the wind playing with her hair, the chimming of faeries that were not, the sensation of height that didnt exist,and the adrenaline of a flight that wasn't real.
Liz oppened her eyes slowly upon separating, and she saw with a slight shadow of deception crowching behind her that the dream was gone, both of them were where they started, sitting on the moist grass, on the velvet carpet of moss. Peter was smiling at her through loving eyes, a feeling so pure that his heart seemed to glow with the white light of the stars, where purity resides.
"did you enjoy it?" Peter whispered gently, delight and excitement gleaming in his eyes with such strength it seemed almost incoherent to think that they hadn't really flown away into the night.
"a lot! How did you do it?" shrieked Liz with such euphory Peter recoiled shocked, almost fearing any form of physical pain.
"hypnosis, kind of! Your mind is so powerful you simply have to believe, and you do it!" Peter explained excitedly, focusing on his words with so much passion it was like a child upon seeing his first football match, or similar. Liz smiled indulgently at him.
"it's late, Peter, come with me and ride on my horse, I'll gallop you home!" Liz explained placing a hand on Peter's arm to silence him briefly.
Peter nodded calmly, a dreamy smile still present on his lips, and a look of pure excitement glimmering like the stars on his sky eyes. Both mounted on the white animal who took off at full gallop across the forest. Liz swore as she kicked her horse's sides and whipped him gently on the neck that she had heard a chimming giggle, like minuscule bells, echoing in the depths of the illuminated clearing.
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Teenager scattered like ants upon hearing the strident and acute sound of the bell signaling the beggining of the break. Numerous faces, all different, a collection of colours, styles, and personalities swarmed all around excitedly, rushing to their usual spots to take their lunch and chatt with their friends. Some spoe about homework, others about parties, and a few about diverse topics in unusual conversation.
"Peter!" called Liz beaming at the boy who walked silently and lonely across the moist grass of the playground.
Peter waved at her excitedly, and pointed at a book in his hand. He would be reading a story as he usually did, something Liz didn't mind, but she would have liked to introduce him to her group. The young woman kept staring at him, dissapointed at his silent refusal to join them. In her eyes lit a nostalgic flame that pointed a feeling greater than friendship, the purity of a sensation which bloomed fresh and young, but with a beauty and radiance which stood over everything delightful in a living. This could have passed unnoticed to teenagers eyes, hence the innocence of such feeling was close to children being, but not to the viewing and suspicious black eyes of a tall and fornid male.
"damn it Liz! You like him!" snarled a vicious voice turning the woman around so harshly she winced from the pain of the forced arm.
Liz stared into the flaring eyes of hathred, a flame of pure rage, a mixture of jeallowsy, hathred, fury and cruelty which boiled in the man's stomach into a powerful and deadly venom. There was no denial in the horror that the woman's eyes reflected, and inside the hawk eyes a piece of the sky and the twinkle of faerie powder remaining had gotten trapped in them. There was the child Liz, flying with the child Peter, and image that was shocking to teenagers eyes, and disbelieving to any who considered himself too old for fantasy.
"so what? He's shown me more care than you have ever done! Josh, this relation is not going anywhere!" growled the woman regaining her fiery temper and glaring at the man with the defiant gaze of a hawk.
"is that how you want it?" hissed Josh like a poisonous snake, one could have swore to see his fangs dripping with an acidic venom which consumed his soul and the remaints of goodness from his heart. Josh was not evil, only he hadn't directed well his priorities and hated being the second, he had to be the first always, or he was not happy.
The man turned around and dashed torwards the young boy who was sitting tranquil, reading a book, oblivious to the danger that crawled treacherously behind him, for in his fury Josh had taken out a large, razor blade.
"Peter, WATCH OUT!" yelled Liz, her voice a terrified shrill.
Peter heard the fear in the woman's voice, smelled the danger with it's bitter and intesne scent. He turned around quickly, dropping the book onto the grass,where it's delicate pages curled and cracked with the humidity. There was a collective gasp, the time stopped in the playground and the people froze in their places, silent, observing with shock expressions redable in all faces the shocking event that had taken place. None expected things to get this far, a matter of simple jeallowsy, a man gone crazy and an attack with a blade directed to the heart of the innocent soul. But nobody had even imagined the turn of things, for...
To Be Continued...
AN: Id' like to thank everyone who reviewed, oh and point out a thing to Yuki Asao about her review:
Thank you for it, first of all, and to point out a few words, but concerning the word Magick/magic, us Wiccans differ two types of magick: the Magick is what we do, using the elements and the energy to conjure spells. Then there is the magic, or false magick, which are the magicians and their tricks on TV, you know, those with the cards and stuff. Basicly, both ways of writting the word would be correct, and I'd rather, as a Wiccan, use the first one. I thought I'd point that out.
Oh and about the horses, I adore horses, Pegasso is real ^_^ it's one of the horses I used to ride before at the ridding school I went. That was until the owner took him away. I miss him. I have a great twist at the end, I presume you are going to enjoy it ;).
Well, I think it's getting better, isn't it? What do you think? Suggestions and critics are all welcome:D.