Night devoured every corner of the room, basking in its reign as the moon was swallowed by clouds.
tension, a devise that
stirring up the dormant tension that existed in the air
slept only for a moment longer before waking with a sharp gasp, the suddenness of which caused the stars to shudder.
of the dream slipped out of her memory. Seized by desperation, she sought to cling to the fading recollection of the nightmare that had plagued her, but it was no use. It had already slipped away.
mourning the memory as if it were a loved one lost to the assassin’s hand. Losing it was just so final in her mind.
The moon sat triumphantly in the sky, watching with indifference the child that cried for the lost dream.
Footsteps fell across the floor steadily, and quite suddenly, there was a weight beside her on the bed.
A gentle hand brushed her hair out of her face, revealing brilliant emeralds that shimmered with tears yet unshed.
It was his presence beside her that gave her the strength to sit up and gaze at the boy beside her, two years her senior and a whole head higher than she…um, confusion here. Is the “boy” the same person who brushed her face or is there another kid in the room? Please clarify. Also, you use “beside her” twice in the same sentence, please fix.
For a moment, they merely let silence take its hold upon the room again, which fell prey to the soft,
He inquired, gazing at the motionless
younger girl
“I’m alright.”
female child beside him had experienced herself.
“And you shouldn’t be, either. Black cats, broken mirrors, the number eight… is there anything these people consider normal? They’re afraid of trees and wolves, and they fear magic so much that they deny it even exists.” Somehow, both of them knew better than to believe everything the humans of Herandor said, but bound to that land by their circumstances, they could only do their best to avoid all the things that would make them even more suspicious. Their eyes did a fair enough job of that on their own, even in their youngest sister, Celine, whose gray optics held only a hint of the full-blown emerald hue the middle child’s possessed. In all honesty, it was a miracle they hadn’t been christened heretical and hauled off to the gallows yet.
“I know, brother, but we have to stay here.”
He demanded, raising his voice only slightly to emphasize his frustration.
“It’s bad enough I can’t be sure of anything here save for one thing, and that is that we don’t belong here.”
“I feel like I’m chained up in a jail cell whose lock has no key.”
and as usual, there was nothing either of them could do to change things.
Their only choice was to find the strength to cope with Herandor, Riverbrook, and their overwhelming obsession with normalcy that seemed to be the humans’ greatest security blanket.
“I heard them fighting.” Katherine said suddenly, causing her brother to flinch. He knew very well what it meant, for ever since their coming to Herandor, the marriage of Riverbrook’s only two innkeepers had been put to the test.
What Taro didn’t have the heart to tell his sister was that his wife, Learine, had been hit on more than one occasion, for his ears had borne witness to the horror of Parlow’s rage as well
It was his fear of that anger being directed toward his sisters that kept him on his best behavior. . Unfortunately, his protectiveness of them did a great deal to get him into trouble.
emphasizing her pensiveness about their situation.
Seeing that she was considering some odd possibility that had probably already crossed his mind, Taro sighed, turning his own optics toward the moon.
Its iridescent glow caught the green in his eyes, causing it to easily overwhelm the blue it mingled with.
“We can’t do much about anything at this point, not only because of your eyes, but because of our age. Mark my words, though; one day, when we are strong enough, we’ll open the cage, and we will never look back.”My, he is being calm about all this for a kid. And very expositional, again! Get him worked up, let him rage a little. He doesn’t know that he’s explaining things to the audience, don’t let your voice overwhelm his.
another pair of steps graced the room with its presence, though these were more timid and hesitant than Taro’s
A moment later, another child appeared in the doorway, four years Katherine’s junior at the age of six. Her auburn hair barely reached her chin, giving her an almost boyish appearance. Her relation to Katherine and Taro was clear, however, by the hint of jade that lurked within her intelligent gray eyes. Celine, the youngest of the trio, had come to join them, and by the tears on her face, Taro correctly predicted that she, too, had been plagued by some monster in the night.
Ashamed of her tears
“There, there, it’s alright.”
It was no secret among them that Celine was frightened of Parlow, probably because he treated his wife so harshly. Instead of being a father figure, he had become a monster that terrorized her dreams. Gently, Taro rubbed her back in order to calm her as a fresh wave of spite overtook him.
“This has to end.” He stated
She made room without complaint, knowing that the ritual of crowding into her sleeping space was a ritual that would continue whether she desired it or not.
After all, it was not as if she did not benefit from their presence, for they in turn aided her in returning to dreamland.
Nestled between Katherine and Taro, Celine’s sobs faded to a sniffle, which was eventually ceased by her sudden drop into unconsciousness.
Her older brother quickly followed, being as exhausted as he was, and for a long time, Katherine simply watched them sleep until it claimed her as well.See above^, “Taro quickly followed his sister into sleep/dreamland, and Katherine watched them until she, too, slipped out of this world.” (again, I’m not saying you have to use my EXACT words, just giving suggestions here)
she nonetheless smiled at the serenity it brought her