Authors Note: Once again, I forgot to post. I am in the midst of studying for finals. So there is that. Sorry.
The moon was high overhead when Snow woke abruptly. When had she fallen asleep? It seemed like moments ago the music from the trees had finally faded. She was laying on her side in the grass, staring at the moon's reflection in the pool.
She pulled herself upright. She felt strangely alert for having been fast asleep moments ago. Why had she woken anyway?
She looked around and could neither see nor hear anything out of the ordinary. Yet, there was something tugging at her, something that her subconscious wanted her to notice. Hesitantly, she rose to her feet and breathed deeply.
Magic tingled on her tongue and up her nose. Thick, heavy magic, unlike any she had felt before. It felt like life – overwhelming life. As if adrenaline were pumping through your veins and you were perfectly, impossibly, painfully aware of every part of you existing. It was strange, and wonderful, and strong. And it was coming from behind her.
She turned, but the garden was still empty of human life. Hesitantly, she began to walk in the direction of the strongest magic. It led her to the house. What was she to do now? She did not wish to meet whomever gave off such an aura, but was it wise to leave without gaining help?
She also knew she would spend the rest of her life wondering if she did not look now.
She walked around the front door and, once again, knocked. Once again, the house remained silent, though the aura of magic grew stronger still until Snow felt as if she were suffocating. Just when she was about to give up and leave this strange place as quickly as possible, the door opened.
A man stood in the doorway. The house was dark behind him, yet she could see him clearly, as if a soft light was shining upon him. The impression he gave was young. He wore neat, simple clothes in natural, undyed colors, save for a vest of navy blue. His hair was warm brown, his skin sun browned, ears gently pointed. He was neither tall, nor thickly muscled, but he had an air about him of the kind of strength that comes from clean living. She would guess him to be twenty, if not for his eyes.
They were deep blue, close in color to his vest, but that didn't matter. What did matter was the ageless power swirling behind them.