Post by Alessi on Jun 12, 2005 13:13:19 GMT -5
Alessi opened the tall marble door and stepped inside. She walked down the long hall with more marble for the floors and walls. She stopped at the end and turned right. Entering into the living room, she looked around at the soft pillows that were used as couches and the low table where she had left the letter she had written on her favorite green pillow-couch. She went over and removed the throw blanket that had not been moved apparently since she left. She sat down and looked at the envelope which was torn open and the ages of the letter strewn upon the floor. She sighed, feeling and smelling and seeing all the things she did when she lived here before.
Alessi had left because she had had trouble with her closest friend. She and her friend wouldn't talk to each other at that time. She left a note anyway, saying she was leaving. She figured her friend Jem wouldn't mind, but she had others who cared for her, and she needed to explain to them why she was going away. Not long after she had left, Jem came looking for her. They got into another fight, but were interupted by a warrior who took advantage of their anger and fought Jem.
Alessi wiped away a tear before it could fall. Jem was so upset that she hadn't thought straight and made careless mistakes. Jem died in that fight and the warrior simply left, smirking. Alessi had broken down, hold Jem in her arms and sobbing for hours. SHe buried Jem in a glade nearby and after a year of wandering around aimlessly she returned to Dreygen, the magic in the world being drained away to create something humans were calling Earth. She was no longer safe.
She traveled back to this palace hidden in the icey peak of a large mountain. She could not tell what had passed here. It had been over a year and yet nothing had moved. She wondered if the others were alright, if there had been a fight. She suddenly pictured all her friends and her family dead and pulled the blanket over herself, cloaking herself in it's soft scent that now smelled slightly stale. She hid in it's shadowing embrace and sat staring at a mural Jem's grandfather had painted with Jem and she when they were little, but skilled. It depicted angels watching over all other creatures, and some fighting them. It showed war and peace, it showed life and death. Alessi let out a breath and fell into deep thought at the irony of the mural's foresight.
Alessi had left because she had had trouble with her closest friend. She and her friend wouldn't talk to each other at that time. She left a note anyway, saying she was leaving. She figured her friend Jem wouldn't mind, but she had others who cared for her, and she needed to explain to them why she was going away. Not long after she had left, Jem came looking for her. They got into another fight, but were interupted by a warrior who took advantage of their anger and fought Jem.
Alessi wiped away a tear before it could fall. Jem was so upset that she hadn't thought straight and made careless mistakes. Jem died in that fight and the warrior simply left, smirking. Alessi had broken down, hold Jem in her arms and sobbing for hours. SHe buried Jem in a glade nearby and after a year of wandering around aimlessly she returned to Dreygen, the magic in the world being drained away to create something humans were calling Earth. She was no longer safe.
She traveled back to this palace hidden in the icey peak of a large mountain. She could not tell what had passed here. It had been over a year and yet nothing had moved. She wondered if the others were alright, if there had been a fight. She suddenly pictured all her friends and her family dead and pulled the blanket over herself, cloaking herself in it's soft scent that now smelled slightly stale. She hid in it's shadowing embrace and sat staring at a mural Jem's grandfather had painted with Jem and she when they were little, but skilled. It depicted angels watching over all other creatures, and some fighting them. It showed war and peace, it showed life and death. Alessi let out a breath and fell into deep thought at the irony of the mural's foresight.