alee1997

   Oh, how she loved the village.         It was a place nestled at the base of the mountain and made her think of all those picturesque towns that a person finds in brochures and travel magazines. A quaint little place you can believe magic existed.         The main street bustled with the sounds and smells of dusk. Families wandered as children ran about and mothers chatted each others ears off. A bar on a street corner was opened for business as it served it’s customers and the restaurants and cafes released a delicious scent into the air everytime a door opened. It was vastly different from the isolation she knew in the castle.

   The light flashed upon the stone walls , washing the cold hard surface in a blood red light. The flecks of orange that could be found in it glittered like candles that sat on a cake. In the midst of of the lights stood a figure. Eyes closed as her small hands moved about as it she were conducting a symphony, her entranced audience stood captivated at the very edges of the circle that glowed from power.     Her arms moved with ease as she felt the energy surge through her body. Every movement of her limbs filled with some unearthly energy that she could barely comprehend. This was it. This was what it felt like to know power. To know hers

  Warning: mild language.     ~~~~ “What!? But Mom…”       “Sweetie, I’m so sorry.” You heard the apologetic voice on the phone. “I’ve tried everything to get out of this meeting, but this contract is so big that I can’t get out now. I promise we’ll spend tomorrow however you want.”        “What am I going to do until then? We always celebrate at midnight. And this is one of the big ones.”        “I know, I know.” You could hear the woman's voice crack. “But I promise I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. Maybe you can hang out at the neighbo