Ayria tried not to open her mouth and let out the scream that threatened to come, as she ran franticly through the pitch black woods. The only light that was given to her was the blood red moon that shone above her head as she ran. The light looked down upon the cursed and broken girl, blood that was not her own evident on her own two hands. Branches scraped as scratched at her face and body as she quickened her pace. She peered through the trees ahead to see a small clearing. The darkness soon disappeared as she entered the same clearing, filled with the reddish colored light. A small pond and waterfall could be seen at the center of the rounded space. Everything was silent as she neared the lake and its crystal clear surface.
Even though the water was completely clear, the bottom of the pond could not be seen from the bank. As she approached even further towards the shore, the grass beneath her feet shriveled up and died. She fell to her knees as she reached the edge of the pure water. She let her eyes wander to the surface where her reflection stared back up at her, almost confirming what she had done. The dead, grey eyes looked at her, staring into her very soul. She plunged her hands into the water at an attempt to wash the blood off of her sinful hands. Her attempts failed as the blood stained her hands as though proof of her crime.
She let tears fall into the water, creating tiny ripples as she stood. She looked up into the moon as if it would help her. She walked silently to the small hill that led to the waterfall’s edge. ‘Ayria….Ayria……Ayria.’ It was if the very essence of the wind was speaking to her. It led her slowly up the hill and to the edge of the waterfall as it spoke once more. ‘Ayria, come to us. We can help you. Come with us.’ They called to her as they led her over the edge of the cliff. She closed her eyes as she plunged into the icy water below. She closed her eyes for the last time as she felt as if hands were pulling her down into the darkness. As she layed there in the darkness she felt as if she was floating in mid air. Then she saw a pair of blood-red eyes rimmed with black, and screamed. A loud, piercing scream that shattered through the nightmare she had just experienced.
A large gasp came from the mouth of a tall, black-haired teen as she sat up. Cold sweat soaked her whole body as her eyes were wide open. 'Not that again...' She thought as she brought her hand up to run her hands through her long raven hair. That same dream had been haunting her in her sleep for almost a year now. Even though she knew that the dream nightmare would not come true, she couldn't help but worry about the meaning of the blood, the voices, or the eyes that seemed to show up in the darkness, not only in her dreams, but everywhere. And the voices. What had they meant? 'Ayria come with us.' She heard them again in her mind as she wondered. They had sounded so friendly and calm as she followed them to her own death over the cliff and the waterfall.
Something bothered her more than the meaning of the dream. It was that it was more like a memory than a dream, as strange as it sounds. 'Ayria' She heard a voice as though someone or something was wispering in her ear. Her eyes widened as she searhed for the source of the small childlike voice. 'Ayria, hehe.' It giggled slightly. 'What the hell?' She thought as she sat still and listened to the small voice. 'Who are you?' She thought to herself and to her horror, the small voice giggled once more and replied. 'I'm your demon, silly.' It said again.
<span id="test21076995">. . .</span><br/><div id="post21076995" style="display:none; margin-right:75px;"> Even though the water was completely clear, the bottom of the pond could not be seen from the bank. As she approached even further towards the shore, the grass beneath her feet shriveled up and died. She fell to her knees as she reached the edge of the pure water. She let her eyes wander to the surface where her reflection stared back up at her, almost confirming what she had done. The dead, grey eyes looked at her, staring into her very soul. She plunged her hands into the water at an attempt to wash the blood off of her sinful hands. Her attempts failed as the blood stained her hands as though proof of her crime.
She let tears fall into the water, creating tiny ripples as she stood. She looked up into the moon as if it would help her. She walked silently to the small hill that led to the waterfall’s edge. ‘Ayria….Ayria……Ayria.’ It was if the very essence of the wind was speaking to her. It led her slowly up the hill and to the edge of the waterfall as it spoke once more. ‘Ayria, come to us. We can help you. Come with us.’ They called to her as they led her over the edge of the cliff. She closed her eyes as she plunged into the icy water below. She closed her eyes for the last time as she felt as if hands were pulling her down into the darkness. As she layed there in the darkness she felt as if she was floating in mid air. Then she saw a pair of blood-red eyes rimmed with black, and screamed. A loud, piercing scream that shattered through the nightmare she had just experienced.
A large gasp came from the mouth of a tall, black-haired teen as she sat up. Cold sweat soaked her whole body as her eyes were wide open. 'Not that again...' She thought as she brought her hand up to run her hands through her long raven hair. That same dream had been haunting her in her sleep for almost a year now. Even though she knew that the dream nightmare would not come true, she couldn't help but worry about the meaning of the blood, the voices, or the eyes that seemed to show up in the darkness, not only in her dreams, but everywhere. And the voices. What had they meant? 'Ayria come with us.' She heard them again in her mind as she wondered. They had sounded so friendly and calm as she followed them to her own death over the cliff and the waterfall.
Something bothered her more than the meaning of the dream. It was that it was more like a memory than a dream, as strange as it sounds. 'Ayria' She heard a voice as though someone or something was wispering in her ear. Her eyes widened as she searhed for the source of the small childlike voice. 'Ayria, hehe.' It giggled slightly. 'What the hell?' She thought as she sat still and listened to the small voice. 'Who are you?' She thought to herself and to her horror, the small voice giggled once more and replied. 'I'm your demon, silly.' It said again.
Chapter Two
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