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Post by [broken.♥.coda]™ on Jul 4, 2007 22:46:38 GMT -5
For the thing she had used to hold on to had turned out to be a dagger.
A dagger?
What exactly was a dagger -- she touched the rusted blade lightly with her fingertips to make sure she was not hallucinating, the edge leaving a thin trail of crimson blood under her nails -- doing in the middle of the forest, thrust into a tree branch? Somewhat fearful lavender eyes gaped at it in bewilderment, feeling foolish as if she should have known it would be there, as if she was a stupid child not understanding one of the most common facts of life. And then she did feel like an imprudent child when she felt the faint sting of a cut at the apex of a finger, the scarlet liquid gathering and dripping, ominously slowly. And her next thought was dim-witted, considering she had just found a dagger in a tree, yet she was worrying about some stupid cut that she would just have to put a band-aid on. ...It hurts, were the brilliant words her mind was registering as she hastily wiped the tears that had begun to well up in the corners of her eyes from the stinging pain. She sniffed, rubbing at the blood to make the small cut stop flowing before the metallic scent of blood reached her nose and made her feel sick. The small girl shut her eyes tightly, lowering her head to chase away the faint feeling of lightheadedness that was threatening to overcome her.
After a few fleeting moments, she snapped them open, deciding that she would be just fine if she ignored the dagger and the blood. So instead of focusing on them and acknowledging that the blood was now dripping down her finger, she pushed it to branch she was on to smother it and gave her attention to the rising sun.
It was directly in front of her, which meant she was facing due east, since it was autumn. Below her lay the rest of the forest and the city and, beyond it's periphery, the sea and the horizon line, in which the sun was intensifying, it rays tinting the blue sky rose-colored. Her violet hued eyes grazed over the layout of land that lay so peacefully beneath her, and she drew her knees up to her chest and laid her head on their tops, her arms going around them.
As the ghost of storms and ice focused on individual areas in her view, she remembered being there. This was the town in which she was born, the town that held her earliest memories. Although she had only grown up there for parts of her life, she had never forgotten it. Old memories brought about the smallest of smiles to her lips, but the smiles faded after fleeting moments. They were gone, just like the moments in which the memories took place. From her perch in the tree, she could see bits and pieces of her childhood: the rundown edifice that had once been the house in which she had been born, her mother's handmaids and nursemaids scurrying around when it was found out that the child had been cursed; the path around the town that she had started running on, at least once a day, to just feel the wind in her face and bask in the light of freedom; the primary school she had attended on the fringes of town that had closed down. On a few select focuses -- the small house in which she had drowned out the yelling of her parents with her songs; the narrow, dark road just off the highway, leading to her grandparent's house; etc. -- her expression darkened, indicating that the memory that had flashed by was a sore spot in her contentment. Furthermore, if she got too absorbed in digging into her past, the darker memories would come, and those she never wanted to think about. Those would go untouched, hidden in the far recesses of her mind. And maybe if she didn't try to remember them, they would finally go away, a scar healed after so much time. Wasn't time supposed to heal everything? Or were her memories just an exception? Perhaps there was no such thing as an exception, just what fades and what doesn't. But all of this was too complicated for Mirany to contemplate on and, thus, she completely ignored the matter, turning her head away from the city to look up at the large expanse of rose-tinted sky above her.
And, even if just for a moment, everything was alright.[/size][/ul][/color]
