| Subject: A Sowly Twisting Knife |
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Laeriel
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Date Posted: 04:20:06 06/18/02 Tue
The late morning sunlight filtered through the leaves of the tree under which Laeriel was sitting. The soft breeze rustled the trees and a few leaves fell onto Laeriel's brow. She payed them no heed, however, for she had more important things to worry about. For many minutes, now, she had been getting this queer feeling. It started in the tip of her toes, and crept it's way slowly up her body, finally ending in a splitting headache. Her head throbbed so terribly that it made her stomach queasy.
She wanted to go and find Rhylin, but she feared if she stood up she would feint. She knew he should be coming soon, so she just decided to wait. Now, though, her head swam and she felt nauseous. She was thinking she should go look for help, but just as she began to rise something hit her. She knew not what, it was like a flash of light, filled with whispering voices. She fell back against the trunk of the tree, her heart pounding. She felt as if she was loosing control of her mind. It was telling her things she didn't know she knew. She felt her consciouness slipping away, and she stared blankly into nothingness, the world seemed to go dark.
Laeriel suddenly realised she was bathed in darkness. It seemed as if the sun had been taken out of the sky. She knew not how long she had been sitting there, a second, a day, it could have been years. Then, she saw her. Was it herself? She was feeling what this person was feeling, or were these feelings of her own. She became confused, up was down, left was right, things came at her from all sides. Memories, feelings, faces of people she did not know, visions of places she had never seen. It all stopped, so suddenly she did not realise right away. But then, something else happened. Pain. Terrible pain. It felt as if a knife was being slowly twisted in her heart, 'round and 'round, until she thought she could not bear it any longer. Someone was hurting her, why? Didn't he know she loved him? Why did he not love her? She hated him, whoever this person was, and yet she loved him. She hated him because she loved him. She felt as if she could die, so why didn't she just lie down and let go of this pain? What kept her here?
She felt as if something was holding her back. Something was keeping her alive, giving her a reason to live. Just a little longer, she told herself, He must live, I cannot die until I know he will survive. Who was he, though? Laeriel suddenly came to the realization that these thoughts were not her own. But who's were they? She became confused again, she felt her sanity slipping away. No, she thought, I must fight it, she said to herself, over and over. Just as the vision was disapearing, she saw it. The most beautiful grey eyes she had ever seen with a face fair and pure, framed with dark brown locks that fell softly passed her shoulders. Laeriel's eyes traveled downward, noticing the now very swolen belly. Then, as suddenly as the vision came, it snapped away, throwing her back into reality. The sun came like a blinding light, hurting Laeriel's eyes so much she screamed in pain. Then, her head began to throb, she became confused again, but a different sort of confusion. She didn't know where she was, what she was, she knew nothing. Things danced around in her head, voices and visions, things she could not sort out and make sense of. Only one thing made sense.
"Rhylin!" She screamed with desperation, "Rhylin, help me!" She looked frantically around her, shouldn't he be there? He should always be there, he should never leave her. Why wasn't he there? She couldn't remember. Why should she? What need was there to think of life without him? Suddenly he emerged from behind a tree. Her heart leaped a thousand feet when she saw him. His piercingly blue eyes framed with dark brown locks that rustled about his forehead as the breeze blew. She rose to greet him, but she was too weak. She colapsed to the ground, her legs shaking. That would not stop her, she scampered across the grass on her hands and knees to reach him. He rushed to her and fell on one knee beside her when he saw her.
"Rhylin! It's terrible, she's dying! I have to find her! How could he, Rhylin? He's tormenting her every waking momment. She will die without him!" She threw her arms around him and pulled him close. She could faintly smell his hair, it was the most wonderful thing she had ever smelled. She felt as if she had gone mad, she nearly had. She was still confused and dilusional. She knew at least one thing, though, he was here with her, and she would never let him leave again.
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