Post by ~Persephone~ on Jan 22, 2006 3:22:38 GMT
Persephone had been expecting this day. She'd been expecting that let down from the happiness that had been so over flowing in the previous days. She'd been expecting it, but not like this. She didn't think it'd come in this rush of nightmares and that knowing of where she could not go. She didn't expect it to be anything like this...
The small Prefect had been too happily lately. Her emerald eyes were filled with light, and her body was filled to the brim with such happiness and sincere ligth. And it was only natural that she'd be as sad as she was happy. It was a rule of balance, and a theory of the human psyche. It was natural, but it hurt... The sadness and the nightmares, it all hurt too much.
She'd woken up earlier to a nightmare of her parent's deaths. It was a horrid nightmare, so realisitc and so bloody. It wasn't the memory though that got to her. She'd been having nightmares like that since th age of four. It was how detailed it had been this time. It'd been almost too real.
Any other day, she'd have been on her way to the graveyard, but it'd been almost a year since she'd been banned from there. Not that she'd done anything though. In fact, she'd been attacked and then banned. And now she couldn't even go down there to see her mother...
Silent tears ran down her ivory cheeks unchecked. She wore only a night robe and her pajamas, and suddenly she felt cold. Her small body shook with cold, and long strands of silver streamed in the eery moonlight. She was cold, but she didn't move. It was almost as if she was stuck in a trance, unable to move from her cleared spot of snow.
The small Prefect had been too happily lately. Her emerald eyes were filled with light, and her body was filled to the brim with such happiness and sincere ligth. And it was only natural that she'd be as sad as she was happy. It was a rule of balance, and a theory of the human psyche. It was natural, but it hurt... The sadness and the nightmares, it all hurt too much.
She'd woken up earlier to a nightmare of her parent's deaths. It was a horrid nightmare, so realisitc and so bloody. It wasn't the memory though that got to her. She'd been having nightmares like that since th age of four. It was how detailed it had been this time. It'd been almost too real.
Any other day, she'd have been on her way to the graveyard, but it'd been almost a year since she'd been banned from there. Not that she'd done anything though. In fact, she'd been attacked and then banned. And now she couldn't even go down there to see her mother...
Silent tears ran down her ivory cheeks unchecked. She wore only a night robe and her pajamas, and suddenly she felt cold. Her small body shook with cold, and long strands of silver streamed in the eery moonlight. She was cold, but she didn't move. It was almost as if she was stuck in a trance, unable to move from her cleared spot of snow.
