When I was thirteen and my mother told me how I came to be, I once asked where my father was. She replied that she didn't know where he was honestly and I asked her why not. She told me how she had let him go and even though a great battle began because of my birth he never returned to her side. So I never really thought about my father, or miss him, I never knew him.
When Tonino and I first dared to enter the woods we did so at a running sprint. As if someone might be watching us and we didn't want to be caught. I remember that day I was wearing an old black dress with a laced up bodice in the front. Though I didn't quite hold the beauty my mother holds when she wears a black dress, she looks mysterious and graceful, while I looked slightly out of place.
I remember I was so amazed by the woods, it was so different from the castle. The leaves were soft to touch and moving, the light casted shades of green through the canopy. The dried leaves and twigs softened the ground and there was always a beautyful peaceful melody playing of where there was life. Very much different of the still silence of the stone dark castle, not that I hated the castle, the places were just polar opposites of each other.
Tonino continued to trudge on, in search of the jewel while I kept falling behind, my attention caught by all that was around me. Finally we lost sight of each other, but that didn't bother me, though the forests lullabye made me sleepy, so very sleepy. I had never felt so much at peace before, the ground was soft and moist to lay on, and before I knew it I was asleep.
 AndraiaTower · Sat Jul 30, 2005 @ 09:18pm · 3 Comments |
