Day five (blur)

 

 

Day five

 

Blur

 

Everything around her began to blur. The colors of the rich yellow and deep red flowers, the green grass, the blue sky, and the white from the impending thunder clouds the darkened sky was blurring passed her as well. The deep purples and oranges from her dress were flowing behind her with the silky ribbons whipping around her waist as she picked up speed.  She could only see the faces of the strangers as she continued to run, but soon the faces faded into porcelain blurs, some with light colored eyes and hair, and others with the darkened blur of color. Not much mattered about the blurring people, just that they would soon be behind her; they would forget that had even seen this woman run by them with the deep red flowing from her lips.  Maybe a few eyes would linger in her as she ran forward, but they did not run after her, they did not stop to think what she may be running from, they would carry on with their lives, like nothing had ever happened. Maybe even some would wonder why she was bleeding, or why she was running, and maybe they would hope for the best for the woman, but they would not stop her, they would not think of her again.

Truth is, even if she wanted to stop, she couldn’t. She had to run, she had to escape. Her thoughts would race, but no thought would ever stick with her, her mind was racing just as fast as she was running.  Her lungs began to burn as she continued to run, the inevitable pain from the physical exhaustion. But she could not stop, not now.  If she did stop, would what she was running from find her, would it kill her? She began to feel every muscle in her body begin to strain as she continued to run. The weight of her strides started to prickle on her feet, it certainly didn’t help that she was wearing heeled boots; she had not planned to be running in the heavy leather boots. The pain was becoming unbearable, she could feel that the continued stride would cause her feet to bleed.

But nothing mattered now, just the fact that she needed to escape. Yes the pain was deep, and unyielding, but she could not stop. 

She kept her eyes forward, the blurs of color were starting to become more and more mixed as she continued to face forward, never looking back.  The faces soon blended in with the deep colors of the background, she did not look to anyone, and nor did she need to, she was just looking at them as they looked at her, just another blur, a face never to be remembered.  

Her heart was pounding in her chest, yes from the running, but there was a thought behind the physical strain that was causing her heart to race. He was behind that thought. His deep dark short cut hair, his thinned face, his perfectly wrinkled laugh lines, and his voice. Thought she had not said anything to him hinting at her attraction that she felt every time he was near, somehow she knew that he felt the same. There was something there.

 

She collected her thoughts. She could not stop thinking about him, even as she was running to save her life. He was all she could think about. He was a virus slowly taking over her mind, her body. She couldn’t think of anything else, even as her life was in the balance. 

And just as she thought back to the reason for her running, like a striking clock, she fell forward. He hands flew in front of her, her palms down, skidding across the hard pavement, her knees perfectly bare for the ground to carve into a red river. Her body finally fell still, her heart pounding, her lungs racing, but her mind slow as she thought of him once more.  She could see everything moving so slowly, but as she knew what was after her, everything became a blur once more as she felt the stinging of the falling tears. She was to die tonight.

And as she tried to move her now bleeding joints, his shadow fell on her boots. He stood, like a death, in a shadow, his face was never seen, all that her eyes saw, was the blade in his hand. Her death; it was silver, and shimmering in shadows. 

He moved so fast to her, that the sharp pain was almost a surprise to her mortal body. Her death, it had come for her. The tears welled inside her eyes; she could only feel the warmth dripping from the fresh wound. She felt the warmth, almost as her life slipping, dripping away at his blade.  The pain was going to be the last thing she felt, but as she began to think back on her life, his face began to melt away the blurring world. The thought of him, oh how beautiful he really was. He was her last thought before closing her eyes.

Voltage

It was not the warmth of my bed, or my warm apartment, the heat would fade from my skin and pulsate through my fingertips at the same time.  As I opened my eyes, my vision blurred, but I could see sparkles flying above me, a rich smell of burning wood filled my nose. I looked above to see the sparks flying up into the dark night. The night, just the thought made my skin cold. But something was beautiful about this night, the burning sparks faded into the bright stars that littered the sky. A sky filled with stars so bright, was something I rarely got to see. Back home we had scarred the sky, so few stars shined like what I was seeing now. I grew nostalgic, for the stars.  I remembered playing deep into the night with just the light from the stars keeping my vision from becoming completely black. 

My eyes drifted downward to the spark’s path. Two sparks danced above my face, making the urge to grab the heat impossible to resist.  But as my eye followed the spark’s path downward, in the distance the fire’s reflection echoed inside dark eyes.  My body flew backward, and crawled back. As I moved, the eyes moved out from the darkness, and stood in the light from the fire.   My body moved slowly backward, as I stared into the large wolf’s eyes. A deep growl sounded from its chest, and without any other warning, the wolf lunged forward. I flew backward into the arms of a dying tree; I closed my eyes tightly and waited to feel the jaws of the wild animal.  I felt a tear squeeze out of my eyes as I held tem tightly shut. I waited for what seemed like hours on end for the inevitable pain.

“So it is true,” A voice boomed from in front of me.  I opened my eyes so see a man crouched by the fire with his eyes on me.  His thick black hair tied away from his face with a leather band, leaving a few stray hairs dancing in his face.  He was dressed in thick animal hides, leathers laced with leather bands, and his jacket lined with fur.

“Excuse me?” I asked him. As my eyes snapped to the dark wolf that now sat obediently at his feet, staring at me as if it secretly wanted to kill every inch of me.

“You bring life when there is only death.” He said as his eyes shifted off me into the tree that I clung to.  My eyes wondered down to my hand that rest on the darkened roots. But I did not see the black roots, nor did I see my hand, I only see the pure electricity that surrounded my fingers in a wave of purple smoke and mist. I moved my hand quickly from the roots, and the lightning died within the tree. I turned away from the man, to the tree, where my eyes followed the dissipating electricity through the tree to see the first sign of a flowering bud.   I watched the purple wave suction to the first bud, and intensify the electric sparks that surrounded the flower, it began to unfold and bloom before my eyes.  It was unlike anything I had ever seen. I sat confused, staring at the tree, and soon the tree glow brightly of purple smoke and tiny sparks. I sat only feet from the tree, slowly backing away; taking in the whole sight of the new life it had been given. Soon flowering buds covered the trees branches, and with every flower came an intense wave of electricity, making the tree brighter, more beautiful, and almost breathing with life.   I couldn't peel my eyes away from the tree as the last bud began to bloom. The wave of purple electricity swallowed down into the tree trunk and disappeared into the sparkling ground.  The ground began to shake; I felt life beginning to form beneath my body as tiny blades of grass poked through the sparkling dirt.

“You are our gift, you are to return this land to a time of life.” I turned from the tree, back to the man. A motion that reminded me of the wound I have acquired in in the pond. But as my fingers traced my stomach, the wound was gone, as if nothing had ever happened. 

The man’s eyes followed my fingertips across my stomach. “You see, as you give life, life rewards you.” He paused and moved closer to me, “a wolf’s kiss is as sweet and rare as capturing the first drop of rain.” The statement shifted my eye from the man to the over-sized darkened wolf that lay still by the burning ember. The wolf’s eyes snapped to me, and for one moment I saw the real beauty inside the large wolf. The wolf had saved me once again, I felt my heart yield as I began to think of being inside the boulders, the wolf had given me a second chance, but not only that he had saved me tonight as well.

I felt the wind blow my hair from my shoulders. “You must be on your way.” The man said shortly, “if you remember any of this, remember that if you believe it makes it possible.” The wind surrounded me, as I looked to him, but as I tried to focus on him, the wind whipped through the tree branches causing it to howl in the dead night.  I looked to the tree, seeing the petals being lifted from the flowers. A wave of soft petals, began cyclone around the tree, and as I watched I saw another wave of electricity surge through the tree.  The purple glow was swallowed into the tree. as the swirling petals danced around the tree, a huge lightning bolt struck out into the sky, but it did not come from the clouds, it came from the tree.  The bolt sent my body flying backwards. As I lay on shimmering sand watching the tree strike out into the night, my eyes began to see the electricity form under the earth, soon grass and other trees became green with life.  The earth began to seizure beneath my feet, I stood from my place and ran from the trembling ground.  As I ran the wind pushed petals  at my foots steps, so I ran with the soft flowers. I heard a crack of thunder, I turned to see the tree growing taller, living and breathing with all it’s strength. Lightning poured from the tree into the sky, creating a rain of petals.

The Falls

My eyes opened to see the sparkling sand flicker all around me. it was a sight that made me think of tinker-bell. As my eyes began to focus on the silvery sand, my fingers couldn’t help but feel the cold sparkle. I began to think I was dreaming again, the sight of the shining sand was something so surreal, something I had never even thought of seeing. As my fingers dug into the sand once more, tiny flakes of glitter pulled away from my fingers, spiraling upward. I had to be dreaming, gravity seemed to be non-existent now. I sat up and leaned against the cold boulder, and watched as the now glittering air seemed to breathe itself. It was something so beautiful, something I could never describe. I felt peace; I felt warmth in the cold dark shadows. My eyes flicked to the crack above me, and met the shadow of another dark paw. My heart began to race once again; it was a feeling that meant I was still alive. The shadow soon disappeared from above me. I needed to move; I needed to get out of here. I stood, but as I did I began to notice the pain in my leg was gone, Curiosity over took me, I peeled the unwrapped scrap of dress that once lay upon my bleeding leg, but as I looked to my leg, I found nothing but dried blood, no wound, nothing but rusted red flakes.
Before I could ponder how long I’d slept, a shadow crept into the darkness. I turn my head to the opening, but found nothing. But yet, my heart told me something eerie was in the dark with me. I bend to the sand, and grasped the arrow and held it close to me. I slowly stood, and as I did the light from the opening turned into a wave of darkness. Metal began to clink together as the light began to surface once more. A warrior stood in front of me, I almost thought he did not see me in the darkness, until his word drew toward me.
“Put down the arrow.” His words direct, impersonal. The metal of his armor clicked again as he stood waiting for me to drop the potential weapon. I dropped the arrow in the sand; a wave of glittering dust clouded my vision as I did so. I could no longer see him, I hesitated for a moment, and all I could hear was my heart beat. It was the primal beat that made me defy him; I reached for the arrow once more, and lunged toward him in the blinding glitter. I didn’t know how or what to do next, but something inside me had the instinct to knock him out, and to this day I do not remember how I did it. I guess it was my heartbeat; it was something that I wanted to protect, no matter the cost. He fell to the ground in a wave of silver glitter, and truth be told I disarmed him, I took his shined sword, his silver-tipped arrows, and bow. I left him though with one arrow, just as I had in my hand when he fell.
I walked into the light, looking back to see him once more, full armor, with one single arrow. He will soon be behind me, with the single weapon I granted him, that would be enough for any good warrior. I set off in the daylight to journey back to the life I knew. But I was helpless; I didn’t know how I had gotten here, nor which way to turn. So I headed further into the rocks.
My fingers soon grow weak from the jagged edges of the rocks, and my feet still bloodied from the
run. But my leg had healed. I thought back to the wolf that licked my wound, could it have healed me? if so, where was the wolf now that I needed to escape from this strange land. My thoughts raced on and on, as I continued to climb through the rough terrain. The sword lay hidden behind my back buried in my hair, but as I climbed I could feel the cold steel rubbing along my spine. The arrows and bow wrapped around my shoulders and lay quietly on my back, just light enough for me to carry them, but heavy enough to push the sword against my skin more often than I wanted. Still I couldn’t complain, I had a real weapon now, something that would come in handy if I were to face those warriors again. I pulled myself up to a ledge, my shoulders strained from climbing, and my legs exhausted from pushing myself forward. I rolled myself to my back, and breathed deep. I could feel the wind hitting my soaked skin, it made me think I was cold, which was a welcomed surprise as I closed my eyes. As I concentrated on the shivers, my ears caught the sound of water. That sound alone was enough to make me move once more. It was distant, but I knew I would need water. I crawled to another ledge and lifted myself once more. I climbed fifteen feet higher, when I reached the top of the boulder. I walked toward the sweet sound, and as I reached the boulder’s end, my eyes greeted beautiful falls. I looked below me;
it was a straight shot downward into the water. I was watching the water crash into the pond below, it made my impulse to jump.
As I lowered my body to climb down, a voice from behind me boomed “Stop right there.” I knew the voice, the warrior I had disarmed. I turned to face him, this time his helmet at his side and the arrow pointing at me. “You have nowhere to go, just step off the ledge and come back to me.” I raised my eye brow at him, and followed my instinct, I stepped back ward, feeling the edge of the cliff on my bloody feet. I smiled at him, and held my breath. It seemed like a life time of falling, had I known how long it would take to reach the water, I wouldn’t have jumped. I closed my eyes, I wanted to feel the water, more than anything, but I didn’t. I opened my eyes to find rushing water hit my body. I was submerged in the cold water, and felt the metal of the sword drag me downward further into the deep pond. I felt the water rush into my nose, and pure power of the dive finally hit my feet. I pulled myself to the surface. I gasped at the air, welcoming it back into my lungs, and coughing up the water that had forced itself down my nose.
I looked up to the warrior; I smiled as I saw his face, shocked that I had come back to the surface. I swam to the edge of the lake, and pulled my body out of the water. And before I could look back to the cliff, all I heard was a large splash. The warrior had jumped in after me. But he did not surface. Everything grew silent. His armor would be dragging him down. As much as I wanted him to drown, I couldn’t let that happen. I stripped the sword, bow and arrows from my back, and dove back into the cold blue water. I swam to the bottom, where I saw him struggling with his armor. I rushed to him the fastest I could, and then reached his silver armor. I unhinged his shin guards, and shoulder plates. He kicked free from the bottom of the pond, but as he did, his intentions showed. He took my body in his arms, and dug the arrow into my stomach. I saw the ribbon of red surround my hands as I felt the heat escape. I kicked from him, and swam upward pain flooding my body. But before I could take in air, the warrior’s arm grasped my ankle and pulled my downward. I kicked and squirmed in the thick water. I freed myself from his grasp and kicked again to the surface. I pushed myself to the bank, and pulled my heavy body out of the water’s grasp. I quickly grabbed the bow and arrow and aimed it to the surface. as the warrior’s head took in his first breath of air I aimed between his eyes.
“Don’t move!” I screamed at him. He raised his hands in surrender. “If you were in my position, would you shoot?” I asked him.
“I would shoot to kill,” He said like the true warrior inside would say.
“You stay in the water until I say you can surface.” I said to him as I backed myself toward the sword. He nodded.
“If I stay in here, I will freeze to death,” He said.
“Oh well maybe then you’ll think twice to attack your rescuer.” I said to him as I reached to the sword and sheathed it back into my dress.
“You cannot blame a man for his given orders.”
“Actually, yes, I can.” I said to him as I aimed into the water, and shot an arrow into his leg. His scream echoed into the air, as he began to struggle to the edge of the pond. I ran from the water, placing the bow back on my shoulders. I gripped my stomach as the dress became dyed red. I couldn’t stop, I had to keep running. But as I ran, the light began to fall, and the cold swept across my skin. My head
began to float above me. My steps became more staggered, and soon my feet collapsed from under me. My vision blurred, but as it did I could still see the glittered landscape and the glittered dust that swarm around me. Soon the glitter faded, it faded because of a dark shadow. And then I felt warmth.

The Wolves truth

I felt the heat of his breath move across the top of my
hand; his lips then caressed my hand, and bore down a single kiss.
“I could kiss your hand forever, if you allow it so.” He
said as he raised his eyes to meet mine. I didn’t know what to say to him, so I
nodded to him. This all seemed so strange, his manors, his demeanor were so far
off from what I had known from the typical man. He was strange, as if his
childlike innocence had not been taken from him. But he was a grown man, his
dark hair perfectly cut and slicked back from his chiseled chin, I thought of
him as a prince, from a far off time, his perfect features, his manors, he was
something beyond chivalrous.
“It’s the beautiful
men that become the beasts.” Something inside me screamed as I looked on to
him. He looked to me, his eyes curious. He lowered his face once more to my
hand. “You must help me.” He said as his lips touched my skin. Before I could
say anything or understand, I felt my eyes drop. Darkness surrounded me.
I felt heat on my skin, I soon began to see red, I was looking
beneath my eye lids my veins began to pound with dark red. I inhaled nothing
but dry heat. I coughed as I realized the dryness in my throat. My fingers
moved slowly around me, I felt hard edges of something soft between my fingertips.
I pushed my eye lids back; I was greeted by the harsh sunlight. The warmth over
took me as I focused on my fingers. I was holding golden sand in my hand; it
sparkled so magnificently, the sand was rich in sparkles, as if someone had
spilled glitter all around me. My eyes
trailed up my arms, finding more glitter littering my skin, I was glowing in
the sunlight. But it was not only the
glitter that made me glow it was a bright white sheer that made me glow in the warm
sun. How had I gotten here? I must be
dreaming. I remember his lips on my
skin, the thought made my skin crawl, something wasn’t right, and all signs
pointed to him. How was I supposed to help him if I could not wake up? I felt
eh warmth of the sun all around me; I could not help but to close my eyes
again.
I opened my eyes again, but not by choice. I felt the cold
along my legs; I felt the cold taking a hold of me. As I looked to my thighs, I was greeted by a
darkened shadow, the shadow of a black wolf. The eyes steamed into my skin as I
looked to it. I heard distant horns calling to it, I could see hesitation in
the wolf’s eyes, and then the wolf howled. The howl rumbled my chest, as if I
was empty, my heart no longer inside me; my lungs began to shake, and pull
against my chest as I tried to breathe in. I moved to my knees, looking to the monstrous
creature, looking to the sky, belting out a warrior’s cry. Another call came
louder after the wolf. Whatever was coming, I didn’t want to face. I stood from the sand, and turned as another
howl rippled through my chest. I did not turn to see if the wolf was following,
and I didn’t need to. Dust began to fly
beneath my feet.
The dress I was now wearing made it incredibly difficult to run;
the tight sheer that surrounded my thighs was suffocating my run. I had to rip this off. As the landscape
whipped by me in thunders, My eyes met the first sight of a rocky terrain. I
spotted a dense cliff and boulder that seemed to kiss ever so slightly, I knew it was my chance to alter the outcome of
the chase that led behind me. As I
picked up my pace, I felt a sudden rush of air hit the dress. And arrow caught the white sheer and pulled
it downward, ripping the back of the dress. The arrow hit the sand along with
my dress. I pulled against the arrow, then turned to pull my dress free,
spotting the group that now hunt me.
The thick, armor of the group shined in the sun, and yet it
was not the men that caught my eye, it was the wolves that surround and protect
them. Their thick black fur standing at ends, looking to me with deep yellow
stares.
I pulled my dress
free from the arrow, leaving small traces of the sheer beneath the silver arrow
tip. I turned once more to run; as I did my legs felt more free from the dress,
little did they know, they helped me run faster. I felt the air buckle around
me again; I heard the whistle of arrows above me. I picked up my pace. The sand
turning slightly rougher between my toes, I was fifty feet from the rocks. I
felt the terrain change beneath my feet; I felt the rough edges of tiny rocks
dig into my skin. I could feel the liquid
warmth begin to surface on my feet as I ran on. I heard another whistle of an
arrow from behind me, this time I could not out run it. It struck the back of
my leg, an instant pain surfaced as I fell to the ground. It was then when I realized, this was not a
dream. The rough rocks indented my skin
as I fell. But I had no time to spare. I reached to the arrow and yanked it
from my leg, a scream belted out from my lips. I stood slowly, feeling the warmth
drip down my leg. Pain flushed over me, but I could not give into the pain. I
gripped the arrow tight and began to jog to the rocks once again. Twenty more feet, fifteen, ten. Arrows rein
from above me, five feet. And arrow
grazed my dress again, pulling it apart beneath the silver shine. I ducked into
the rocks. I found darkness, and cold in
the rocks, but I found protection as I went further into the boulders. As soon as I knew I could stop, just for one brief
moment. I leaned against a cold boulder.
I crouched down in the shadows. I heard steps coming closer. I took the arrow
in my right hand and prepared myself for a fight. My breath slowed as my heart
began to pound against my lungs. Pain surfaced as adrenaline flooded me. The sounds grew stronger, then soon my eyes
met the shadows of those passing above me, the warriors ran above the rocks,
looking between the boulders, searching.
The sounds faded. The grip on my
arrow loosened and I lean against the rock, heart slowing. I breathed out and closed my eye in relief.
As I opened my eyes,
I caught the stare of a warrior’s wolf; his dark fur standing on end, his
yellow eyes intense on my movements. Adrenaline began to pound in my chest; I knew
then that I was caught. The wolf stepped closer, I felt the warm breath near my chest, I
flinched as he lowered his head. But he did not bite, nor did he attack. I felt
eh wolf’s warm breath on my wounded leg; I closed my eyes in fear, my heart
pounding in my chest. But I did not feel
his bite, and he did not attack. He simply
licked the wound, which made my body twitch and twinge; I opened my eyes, and pulled
away from the wolf. The wolf stepped
away, looking to me. I looked to him, and I saw something strangely beautiful,
strangely human, something more beautiful than a beast. The wolf walked away,
his darkened fur flowing silently behind him.
I collapsed on the cold
ground. With the arrow still in hand, I gripped the sheer dress, and ripped the
sides from my thighs downward. I ripped a piece from the dress, and wrapped it
around the bloodied wound. Pain surfaced as I tightened the makeshift bandage. It sent my body shivering. I lay my head on the
cold ground, and waited, waited hours before I moved again.