Sorry for the long wait...I had work and I'm starting a new course in school...lots and lots of homework...So here you have a new chapter of former Deathward and now Gypsyward.

Enjoy!

Chapter 25

As I entered the building, I felt a surge of longing and excitement, overtake my body.

The older woman behind the tall wooden desk asked if she could show me the exhibit.

I nodded at her, and smiled tentatively.

Her long brown hair, her light skin and her lightness of foot gave her an unearthly look. She wore a back shied dress and a bright green suit-jacket, her high-heeled steps echoed in the emptiness of the rooms.

I was guided through several white walls where canvases hung, all depicting dark half finished images.

All of the canvases where framed by dark wood with small faces and dark images coming out, like seeking asylum.

All the images in the canvases...I couldn't explain...I held my breath as I walked down the corridor...They were a little disturbing in they're beauty.

A sneering smile, with blood red lips

A pair of bone white hands, gently caressing a child's cheek.

A hooded figure angled towards a sleeping form.

A gray figure dissolving in to dust as a small delicate hand caressed the forehead.

A pair of bloodied wrists on a deep blue swirling background.

A pair of dark eyes, half a temple and part of a nose, likes a close-up.

A nude shoulder and strands of dark hair half covering the pale skin.

A pair of nude feet, half shielded by black clothes.

A figure swirling with lines like movement, and an open window.

A half of a canvas in dark rich colors almost overlapping together and the other half completely blank.

Suddenly the woman turned abruptly.

"These are her new ones", she said softly as she extended her hand to her left with a smile that seamed almost proud.

I walked to meet her, but I was startled by the sound of my father and his distinctive whistling.

"Thank you, I must go. May I come again?", I said hurriedly as I walk back to the entrance of the building.

"Would you like to meet the artist? Tomorrow, Maybe?"she asked hopeful.

"Yes". I said in a daze.

As I walked out of the building I was met by my father's curious eyes. I hesitated a little in the sidewalk, and turned catching the female figure inside, her eyes never leaving my retreating form.

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