It wasn't the end of it, I had nightmares all through the night. Of things I never thought imaginable, death, massacre, screams...they all flood into my mind in my dormancy. I had a dream that I killed an infant...a tiny helpless one and I did it cold-bloodidly...I never wanted to dream that...
I told my Master and he seemed to have guessed now what was happening to me, but he didn't reveal his theory. The Southgrass lands we're turning into the era of fall. The land was being painted by nature into radiant colors of red, golden yellow and deep musk brown. I somehow found it astounding as I rode on horseback watching this. I was wrapped up in my Master's cape for he said it was too hot for him as no winds have blown these past weeks.
We followed a path before it's cobble stone way lead into a fork. My master took us south further more, my ears seemed more active today and I kept having the feeling that I was hearing something, but I just couldn't catch the sound or the direction.
As we headed past a ledge a voice rang from above, "Stay right where you are..." I held still and let the hood hide me, my ears picked the sound of an arrow being aimed and I was too scared to find at whom. My master lifted his gaze, "You never did have a frightening voice or shadow Abraham...you were and always will be one of gentle ways..." My master's voice give a sliver of humor in its sullen tone. He removed a sleeve and showed a tattoo of a star and 5 smaller ones around it.
The man Abraham jumped from the ledge a smug grin on his beardede face, "Aah Lone...Lone Black and you never were ment for humor."
They seem to converse like old friends, as a matter of fact they were.
Abraham finally noticed me,"Is she the one?" Black gave silent solemn nod and I felt particully nervous about I not knowing what the two knew about me. Abraham had tarnished blonde hair, he showed age and youth at the same time. He looked at me, "She seems normal..." Black's silver eyes seemed to darken, "But she's not alright....she grows weak and has no strength now a days." Abraham out drew his hand to touch me and I shrank back from it. His eye flickered at me with concern and gentleness...sort of like the trusting look in a father's eyes. A sign in which I trusted. I drew close to him somewhat as his rough hand laid gently on my shoulder, a symbol of friendship I learned.
 Mayonaka Taiyo · Tue Feb 15, 2005 @ 04:24am · 0 Comments |
