So here's chapter 2...
A. NOTE : I do not own the RotG! Except her.
"THEY can FLY!?" She exclaimed. Enough to lose her balance and fall on her back. She stares, mouth agape, at the boys' figure slowly dotting away.
She was frozen in that state until they truly disappear. When they did, she gasps for air.
They are flying? How is that even possible? Unless he, Jack… Is really THE Jack Frost? The legend-myth-spirit-of-winter Jack Frost? That's impossible! But they flew off! Flying! No one, especially HUMAN can fly! Even if they were granted with wings! Only birds and bats, yes, birds and bats can fly! Or ghost!
No! No! NO! No, that can't be! If he's a ghost, kids should be scare of him… That TEEN should be scared of him! NOT laughing and having FUN… and ghosts don't just roam around, playing in the broad daylight!
Her head began to throb at all of her thoughts jumbling around her mind.
She groans and held her head. Mentally, she curses herself for it. Breathing in some air into her lungs, she moves her hand to her chest, softly massaging her heart. It felt almost burning from the lack of oxygen entering her respiratory system. Again, those classes really taught her things.
Closing her eyes, she massages her temple. Feeling a bit at ease, she slowly gets up to her feet. Dusting of some of the leafs off her back. She cranes her neck to her side, making 'pop'-ing sound. She sighed and lifts her eyelids, throwing her attention up into the sky. Trying to calm down at the event she just encountered.
She was hoping for the still magical view of layer of reds in the evening ray, but no. It's far more than that. The Moon was peeking through the horizon. The stars were spread across the sky, like millions bits of diamonds. Some shines brighter than the others. Some are in groups while a rare sight, a loner star on the side. It was a true beauty like an artist's ultimate masterpiece.
She blinks her eyes several times, didn't believe what she is seeing. It was a mighty magnificent that it should be a sin itself. That's the excellent word in use. She smiled and nodded.
She felt calming sensation washed over her the more she stares at the wide starry sky. The throbbing was slowing down. It's still there; just doesn't hurt as much. She rubs her side of the head, hoping the mild throbbing will go away.
As she did just that, her eyes never left the sky. More accurately, the moon. Its light seems to be dancing, at the same time, lighting up the earth from complete darkness and blackness.
What is the difference between those two, anyway? Aren't they the same thing?
'It depends on what we think, sis'.'
'What do you think of it?'
'Darkness is a real thing that we face while blackness is what we experience from that darkness,' A stop. 'It's as simple as that.'
'Wow! How can you know that!?'
'It's just an opinion, dear sister of mine,'
She snapped herself out of the thought. I guess we did have our moments, brother, She lower her gaze ever so slightly. But it didn't closes down her sight from the moon.
It seems to be asking question of her sudden change of expression. She shook her head in return. Is it just her mind playing tricks or does it, the moon looks like alive? Its very light seems to be living. A bit weird for her to think that a piece of rock could look like that. Right?
Her lips turn into a grim line. Why didn't she appreciate this long ago, when she still back there? Why did she started to appreciate it now? Now, in this place. In this familiar, yet strange place.
She sighed and hung her head low. Breaking her gazes from the moon. Was it because she was…? That could be it.
Again, she sighed. Looking up, again, directly at the moon. She furrows her eyebrows. Her eyes have a hint of sparks, clearly asking for something. Maybe, hope… so that she could go home. Back to her family and friends. Back to her brother's warm, protective, embraces.
It went for a several minutes before she hung her head clenching her knuckles as her face tighten into a scowl.
"Look at me. Hoping for a rock to answer my questions..." She muttered, "What a fool..."
A few more seconds later, she releases her clenching fist and her face soften, again. She looks back up to the moon.
"Sorry... I didn't..." She stopped herself. A chuckle left her lips, "I'm feeling guilty over a rock."
She chuckles a bit more before it dies down. A small, almost-forced smile tugging her lips. She tsked at herself.
"Don't worry, rocky... I'll find my own way to go back… Somehow…" She muttered. Looking away, she began walking towards the outside of the park.
She sucks in some more air and let out a slowest sound of sighing. She shoves her hand in her pocket and held the silent to herself.
Each step she took, a crunching sound of the dried leaves could be heard. It sounds so calming, like a lullaby to the babies. Well, if you're not thinking about stepping on the babies, anyway. She continues to listen to the rhythm of crunching leaves, making her sad thoughts go away. Away from her about to throb (again!) head.
After walking a few blocks away, for how long, she doesn't remember, she tops by an alley. She eyed her surrounding for a second. Slowly, blazing fire crept around her, devouring her entire body. She glances once again at the moon then, the fire disperses. Nothing but burnt marks left on the ground.
Seconds later, a certain sandman floats into the same place, looking at the burnt marks. A question mark floats across his head. The moonlight dances ever so slightly. He frowns a bit and his brows furrowed. He bent down and swipes some of it. He brought it to his nose and sniffs on it.
His eyes went wide and make a coughing expression. His tongue sticking out and gagging. His eyes were close shut from the probably unpleasant smell. He wipes his nose a couple of time and look down at the burnt marks.
He pouts a bit before looking up at the moon. He had his worried expression on but the moon didn't do anything to reply to him. He shrugs at this and went back to his grains of sand. Dream don't cast itself, ya' know?
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