The Arc: Chapter1, section 2

Past line : "Looks like someone woke up early."

   I jerk my head up to the sound of my mother's voice. She towers over me; her sharp green eyes pierce my soul, her coal black hair flutters in the wind. Amy had always looked so much like her...

   She continues to speak, "Were you not supposed to wake up with the" -she gestures to my right- "others?"

   I stutter, too shocked to answer her question, "M-mom? Is that you?"

   My mother's calm face narrows into annoyance. "Of course I'm not your mother you pitiful human!" She bellows. The imposter shimmers into her true form and advances on me. She wears a white Victorian dress. Her eyes are know a golden yellow that contrasts with her ice blue skin, and long white hair. She crouches to peer into my eyes, "But now I know your weakness."

   I stand bolt upright and back away immediately. She laughs and fades away. I turn to run and fall into her. She grabs my wrist tightly. "Now now Sarah, don't you know that it's rude to leave in the middle of a conversation?"

   How does she know my name?

   I try to wrench myself away but her grip is like iron. She glares at me, "Tell me human, who let you out?"

   I open my mouth to reply, but before I can answer another voice speaks up behind me. A man's voice this time.

   "Stop toying with her Isabelle, you know as well as I do that no one let her out. It is programmed to let them out at the age of adulthood for their species."

   Isabelle drops my wrist.Obviously frustrated. "Must you always ruin my fun Dorian?"

   I turn to see her glide towards a man with the appearance of a living shadow. He is dressed in black head to toe. Even his eyes hold the appearance of voids.

   They begin to argue in a language I do not know. It would have been the perfect opportunity for escape. But I couldn't move. I could barely breath. I was beginning to feel oddly tired. I fought the sleep for what seemed like an eternity. Each time slipping deeper into unconsiossness, like quicksand. And they must have noticed because Isabelle turned around.

   "She is a peculiar thing isn't she?"

   "Perhaps you were wrong about her being a human."

   Isabelle sighed, "I tire of this mortal. Let us go home."

   They begin to fade away and I am able to move again. "Wait!" I call, "What do you mean she might be wrong?" The man smiles at me,"All will be made known in time child."

   Then they're gone, and I am left in the eery  silence of the forest. I turn and begin to walk into the dense underbrush.

   The woods would not be silent for long.