I WASTED MY TIME 'TIL TIME WASTED ME
451 words for little jade
sorry for the wait!
sorry for the wait!
The castle was how she remembered it. Obscured in shadows, the odour of dew faint within the air, and the largely built fire place nestled at the end of the hall. This place was the last thing she could recall. It was as if a giant fragment of her memories had been taken and placed elsewhere. Every individual she may have encountered vanished on the whining fold of wind, even her own name - briefly - was nearly lost. It was a wonder as to what had brought her here in the first place. The horrid marking across the outside of her hand layered over knife-made scars was - through intuition - the insignia of this guild. This place was her only answer. Her only clue to remembering. But as of now it appeared completely abandoned, scare of any life that may have dwelled here. It was only assumable that perhaps that snakes of this faction were all slithering about elsewhere.
Descending into the seat nearest to the fire, she immediately went through the task of warming herself up. Her mind wandering back to the bossy little fox that had been accompanying her, evidently a close friend as he was the one that told her of her true name. Because of this castle's location, and the treacherous weather that coated this mountainous land, orangey - as much as it seemed to vex his nerves - did not pursue closely behind the "apparent" young woman. Instead he promised almost forcefully that he would wait for her from the outside. There was doubt in that confession due to the demon's rather cold and violent nature she had noticed throughout their brief time together, yet, she figured she might've been alright without him anyway.
A sigh disembarked past her lips, figure leaning further into the nicely cushion chair. She could feel the muscles along her feet ache, an obvious sign of overworking herself through the consistent journey from one mission to the next. The lids of her eyes felt heavy, the raven of lashes fluttering downward as she gradually fell into the darkness of sleep. Sparks of embers crackling faded into the dreams that swept her away. One with the fox and a little boy. Who was he? She felt strongly that she knew him, but her conscious disregarded her interest of yearning to know. After all, this was hardly a dream. But a broken memory. Missing of its many pieces. Even his face was blurred out, though, a voice reached her vividly. Natsu stirred within her sleep, urged back into reality as if some sort of force had shoved her back there in the first place, desperate and strict with her poking around.
Descending into the seat nearest to the fire, she immediately went through the task of warming herself up. Her mind wandering back to the bossy little fox that had been accompanying her, evidently a close friend as he was the one that told her of her true name. Because of this castle's location, and the treacherous weather that coated this mountainous land, orangey - as much as it seemed to vex his nerves - did not pursue closely behind the "apparent" young woman. Instead he promised almost forcefully that he would wait for her from the outside. There was doubt in that confession due to the demon's rather cold and violent nature she had noticed throughout their brief time together, yet, she figured she might've been alright without him anyway.
A sigh disembarked past her lips, figure leaning further into the nicely cushion chair. She could feel the muscles along her feet ache, an obvious sign of overworking herself through the consistent journey from one mission to the next. The lids of her eyes felt heavy, the raven of lashes fluttering downward as she gradually fell into the darkness of sleep. Sparks of embers crackling faded into the dreams that swept her away. One with the fox and a little boy. Who was he? She felt strongly that she knew him, but her conscious disregarded her interest of yearning to know. After all, this was hardly a dream. But a broken memory. Missing of its many pieces. Even his face was blurred out, though, a voice reached her vividly. Natsu stirred within her sleep, urged back into reality as if some sort of force had shoved her back there in the first place, desperate and strict with her poking around.
ALL I ASK OF YOU IS BELIEVE
PHARAOH LEAP.