Dydra's icy blue eye seethed with anger, as it shot daggers at Oryen, who stood there, bracing herself for whatever was going to happen. She should have waited a bit longer! She said to herself.
Dydra's fists clenched tightly as she tried stabilizing her burning rage. The pain was too much, the memories she had long shut behind a chained door, started banging on it, threatening to break out. Why would this witch do that to her? Why bring back a memory she purposely locked away?! Dangerous ways of inflicting pain on Oryen slowly creep into her thoughts and she knew she had to get out of here before she act on her thoughts.
Without saying a word, she stepped out of the cottage, her bare feet touching the cold grass. It was already night time, the moon light giving a dim glow to the world below. A chill breeze swept over the red-haired bare shoulders, bitting through her skin—as she still wore the midnight dress her foster mother gifted her. The young witch's eyes swept her surroundings, landing on the horse munching on some hay. She made her way towards the white steed, swang herself on top of it. Her slender fingers seized the reins; a sharp squeeze of her legs, and the horse answered wirh a fierce neigh, leaping in motion. Speed gulped deep into the pitch black forest, the strong wind pushing the rider's long red hair behind her shoulders. The tears she has been holding back in the cottage, began bursting out. She bit her lower lip, trying to prevent a sob. The chains of the door holding her memories broke and she recalled every single thing—including how the elderly woman quietly kicked the bucket at the hut she was raised, right on the couch they usually sit on during evenins.
Before Agatha arrived, they had both planned to go flower picking in the forest and learn some new tricks, when the elderly woman felt weaking, claiming she couldn't move too much. Little Dydra had helped her to sit on the couch and she noticed the woman had difficulty in breathing. She panicked, but she didn't know what to do, so she stuck to her side, with a chill of unease. That day, the now late woman had requested for her to sing a song, knowing deeply the song her granddaughter was going to sing, was the only she knew, which she taught her.
Dydra's voice came and she sang the song, now in the present.
"The ocean tides push and pull
The wind rustles the leaves cooly
My love for you will fail to seize
You are in my heart and I am in yours
I'm not leaving anytime soon
I'm with you for eternity
Not even death can do us apart —"
Her voice shook and finally she let herself feel, sobbing like a little kid. As the tears fell off, the wind blew them away, provoking a harsh sting in her eyes that earning more tears. Her vision blur, with Speed legs thunderously hitting the damp earth with agility, she failed to take notice of a tree branch ahead of her and her face came into contact with it. The great impact, knocking her off her steed.
"Ahhh!"The wind tearing past her screams, before her body met the earth's cruel embrace—cold, damp, and unyielding. The impact rattled her bones, but not her thoughts. She didn't make any attempt of getting up as her heart stood heavy, as if she just lost her grandmother all over again, as the memories were as fresh as a ripe mango. The tears failed to seize and she started into the night sky, recalling as her elderly woman took her last breath. She felt like someone had wrapped heavy chains round her heart, pulling it viciously with no sign of stopping. Was this what grief felt like?
Though not being her own flesh and blood, the woman had took care of her with uttermost care. Feeding her, clothing her, teaching her to read, showing her magic, being her partner as she directed her feet in the right places, impacting her with the steps of the local dances.
The pain was too much for her younger self to handle, so she locked it way. Now that it's back when she is older, she felt she still was not able to bare it. A part of her hoped to hear her grandmother's voice again, as she had did that day.
"Just a single word will be enough," she breathed. Just a single word! Just one!
A roar broke loose from the sky, wild and wrathful, drops of rain followed suit. The soft cool drops landed on Dydra's face, increasing as seconds past by, but the red-haired girl did lift a muscle. She let the water drops settle on her face, sliding down from her cheek and disappearing into her hair. Her body shuttered a little bit from the lack of thick clothing to protect her from the harsh weather. Her gaze left the sky and settled on the dress she wore—tth beautiful dress her mother gifted her. The thought of Agatha, brought another form of sorrow. Her nose tickled, with another around of hot tears sliding from her ocean blue eyes.
Few steps away from the sorrow-filled dark-skinned girl—unbeknowst to her, a huge figure crept, masking it's identity with the darkness. The midnight eyes were fixed on the girl lying on the forest floor. Was she dead? Long legs took lazy and quiet steps toward her, with his hands tucked in his trouser's pockets.
Multiple rain drops fell on his broad shoulders, his gaze narrowing at her as he closed in.
Lightning from above gave brightness to the world below for as many seconds as it lasted. The shadow stretched closer, inch by inch until it swallowed the light around her. She felt it presence before she saw it—the rain no longer kissed her face, a stillness falling where chaos had been. Her brows drew closer to each other, her ocean blue eyes shot up and her soul almost left her body, as coincidentally the lightly struck above him, making the figure above her seem very eerie.
"Ahhh!" Her loud yelp echoed through the forest ground like a siren's wail. She jumped to her feet, and backed away, her legs coming between each other and she lost her balance.
At the moment she felt her body was, once again, going to come in contact with the forest grounds, with one long step, the figure leaned toward her. His arm stretched out just in time and she fell right on it, unconsciously her fingers had shot toward his neck area, gripping the collar of the shirt he wore.