Running Away From One Thing, and Into Another.

Chapter 8: Not as I Hoped

R.I.P.  Ms. Luise @~

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As I sleep, I dream. At first, I don't realize where I am, and panic takes claim on me. Am I reliving the nightmares of my past? I scream inside my hazy mind.

However, I relax when I recognize that I am in a dream about the woods from yesterday – but only a little. I have refused, ever since I was younger, to completely relax. You can understand, right?

I start to slowly rise, feeling like I am waking up from a dream which I find odd, but then stop.

I see her.

The lady is far off, sitting on a stump, delicately smelling her pink rose. She looks in my direction, but her bright orange eyes pass right over me. Absentmindedly pushing back some curls, she turns her attention back to her rose. The fragrance of the flower stretches towards me, and I feel hazed after taking a small sniff of the air.

I try to rise again, but I feel so drugged. Relaxing on my side, I stare at her in wonder. She is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Her chin curves sharply, and her nose is small but rounded. Her skin and hair shimmer as the light flicks on them, like she is made of diamonds. Her ears are the most noticeable, long, slanted, and pointed. I didn't notice them before, both her hair and my angle kept them from me. Now, I see them clearly since her hair rolls down her shoulders in curls. That seems to be her only flaw, the rest seems perfection at its best. Her eyes are so round, like orange lanterns with golden rims.

Maybe this isn't a dream. Maybe I dreamed of the whole thing about Dantem. But where is Azjin? Maybe she-

I stop my thoughts when I hear the lady sing. Her words are foreign, but they still hold magic. Her long finger strokes the dainty petal of the rose as she sings. I can't figure if she is singing to it, to herself, or singing to the man who may eventually join her.

Her words continue, not making any more sense than the word before. Though her words are more enchanting with each passing second as her voice sweetens. Not before long, her voice is an instrument of its own.

I slowly close my eyes, loving the lullaby all over again. I only jerk awake when I see him enter my view. He is handsome, but nothing compared to the woman of the forest. Unlike her, his hair is pitch black and straight. They both look so pale, and make their surroundings stick out around them.

The woman look at him, and smiles brightly, not missing a note in her song. He kisses her hand when he reaches a pause, and then she stands. Then they twirl around, and I can't help but gasp as they began the most remarkable dance. Yet, that's not what I gasp about.

I was wrong to think what I did before. He's not handsome, he is beautiful. His eyes are deep, red velvet, easy to get lost in. With his nose very pointed, and his ears normal, he is so different from the woman.

They slowly sway to their song, unaware of my being there. I don't know whether I'm dreaming or not, but I don't care. This is more than amazing. They begin to speed up with their song, and they are no longer swaying. They are moving more and more rapid, pulling off fancy spins and twirls.

“Woah.” I mumble, but then flinch at the sound of my own voice. It is such a disgrace compared to these people, who don't even hear me. They just continue to dance like they are royal with unmatchable grace. Maybe they are, how else would they know such beautiful dancing techniques and own such lovely clothes? With her in that dress, and he in that beautiful dark, almost black, red suit, they could easily pass as royalty.