Post by Aly on Apr 1, 2009 23:18:15 GMT -5
It was dark, and the air was dense with cold and wet and the dreadful silence that came with the darkness in the quiet grey town of Derry. A girl with wildly curly red hair was lost in the midst of the opening clouds and falling rain. Selene. She knew, way down, deep in her subconscious, that tonight was most likely not a good night to be up late - something in her blood (instinct, maybe) told her that something was going to happen.
Of course, Selene ignored this thought. It was easily overpowered by the overwhelming sense of adventure and a thirst to prove herself; since the fire that had killed her parents, Selene has been searching for an outlet - searching, day and night, for some way to release the energy that kept building up inside her, refusing to let her alone.
To tell the truth, Selene didn't think of it as 'energy' so much as 'magic.' Yes, magic... that was definitely it. She kept thinking about this 'magic,' as well as her herb garden and stone collection, the butterflies stuck to canvas by little pins, hanging in glass cases along the walls of her library. She was trying to think of something to avoid that scary little thought, that warning of danger. Butterflies... of all colors, a living rainbow. Selene had once made them all start to move once, when she was young. After the fire that destroyed their old house - the guest house, with its one room, bathroom, kitchenette, office and library still stood, stark white and pale baby blue against the grey of the city and the black of the yard; the wind refused to clean the ashes of the old house away after it burned to the ground.
Selene broke from her reverie with the strange sensation of falling. It was a dreamy falling, where you're semi-aware that you're awake but part of you still insists on dreaming. That is where the energy comes from, she thought, then blinked. Her turquoise eyes became focused on the ground - and she screamed. Her scream shattered the silence of the night, but nothing overheard flickered. Not the faintest twitch in the curtains or opening of a door or flicking of a light. She was alone in the darkness. She landed on her forearms and knees, the skin taking the impact and forcing the momentum to halt, in turn becoming a stinging bloody mess.
"Ow!" Selene's voice came out as a screech. "Oww~ oh, name of a dog! That hurt!" She struggled to her feet again, wincing at the tingling, stinging pain. She'd never been one for swearing, not even int he most desperate of situations. Swearing got you nowhere, no how. She looked around her now, trying to get her bearings. Unfortunately, there were no bearings to get in the darkness. Her eyes strained, but she couldn't see anything except the long row of houses and tiny pinpricks of light in the sky overhead. She was almost certain that she wasn't on the right street, and equally certain that she would be wandering all night if that were true. She spun around, still trying to place herself on the planet, but this only amounted in her becoming even more dizzy and disorientated. She let out a pathetic little whimper as she fell again, this time in slow motion. This time she was able to prepare herself and land in something a little more comfortable than pavement.
It probably helped that Selene didn't fall face first. It probably helped even more that she landed on her rump in someone's front yard.
Of course, Selene ignored this thought. It was easily overpowered by the overwhelming sense of adventure and a thirst to prove herself; since the fire that had killed her parents, Selene has been searching for an outlet - searching, day and night, for some way to release the energy that kept building up inside her, refusing to let her alone.
To tell the truth, Selene didn't think of it as 'energy' so much as 'magic.' Yes, magic... that was definitely it. She kept thinking about this 'magic,' as well as her herb garden and stone collection, the butterflies stuck to canvas by little pins, hanging in glass cases along the walls of her library. She was trying to think of something to avoid that scary little thought, that warning of danger. Butterflies... of all colors, a living rainbow. Selene had once made them all start to move once, when she was young. After the fire that destroyed their old house - the guest house, with its one room, bathroom, kitchenette, office and library still stood, stark white and pale baby blue against the grey of the city and the black of the yard; the wind refused to clean the ashes of the old house away after it burned to the ground.
Selene broke from her reverie with the strange sensation of falling. It was a dreamy falling, where you're semi-aware that you're awake but part of you still insists on dreaming. That is where the energy comes from, she thought, then blinked. Her turquoise eyes became focused on the ground - and she screamed. Her scream shattered the silence of the night, but nothing overheard flickered. Not the faintest twitch in the curtains or opening of a door or flicking of a light. She was alone in the darkness. She landed on her forearms and knees, the skin taking the impact and forcing the momentum to halt, in turn becoming a stinging bloody mess.
"Ow!" Selene's voice came out as a screech. "Oww~ oh, name of a dog! That hurt!" She struggled to her feet again, wincing at the tingling, stinging pain. She'd never been one for swearing, not even int he most desperate of situations. Swearing got you nowhere, no how. She looked around her now, trying to get her bearings. Unfortunately, there were no bearings to get in the darkness. Her eyes strained, but she couldn't see anything except the long row of houses and tiny pinpricks of light in the sky overhead. She was almost certain that she wasn't on the right street, and equally certain that she would be wandering all night if that were true. She spun around, still trying to place herself on the planet, but this only amounted in her becoming even more dizzy and disorientated. She let out a pathetic little whimper as she fell again, this time in slow motion. This time she was able to prepare herself and land in something a little more comfortable than pavement.
It probably helped that Selene didn't fall face first. It probably helped even more that she landed on her rump in someone's front yard.
