Moonlight filtered through the tall tree branches that arched over the well-trodden path, making it visible even in the dead of night. The stars burned with deep intensity, lending their small light to the girl walking the path. She traveled seemingly alone, although half of her face was in perpetual shadow even as she passed under the pale silver light.
“We’re almost there.” A soft, hissing voice whispered to the girl. Half her face smiled, her eyes glistening as she turned to her shoulder encased in shadow.
“Can you see the lights of the hotel?” The girl inquired, her voice lilting in delight. Slowly, as the wind stirred the stray leaves at her feet, a round shadow slid up her back and onto her shoulder. Two round, white orbs flickered open where its face would be.
“Yes… I can see them. And the demons.” The shadow replied, his voice a mere hiss of wind in her shadowed ear. The girl nodded softly, her feet aching from walking and the pressure of her pointed shoes. Dressed as a pilgrim the girl traveled from town to town, gathering the darkness that plagued the people into their lush gardens where she would banish the demons. The flowers and leaves provided protection from the sin of people but sometimes the sin was too big. Sometimes the sin would slip past a fragrant rose and into her body, swirling around inside her. It was a job that she wore on her face, for the sin she could not shake began to seep onto her skin, staining it black. To hide her absorbed darkness the girl had let her bangs grown long and had adopted a large white bonnet that cast a shadow over her face. Yet sadly, her shadow was growing. The sin of her people was too great, it was weighing her down and making her fall. One day, she would pay for their sins. It wouldn’t wash their sins away, only make them forgotten. Even with the help of a shadow child, she was falling. Even though her shadow child could sense the darkest sin and drive it away, it did not keep it away. But she would try. She would fight the sin of her people. She was a Pilgrim of Darkness, questing to save those around her from the darkness that consumed her. She was Gethsemane, fighting sin in the garden before her final crucifixion.
 Gethsemane · Wed Jun 06, 2007 @ 05:08am · 0 Comments |
