Rainbow River (Till Bea, resten av er kan skita i detta inlägg.)
Jovor is quiet. Only Vilir and his ravens are awake tonight. They are alone on the top of Imens Plains and they're singing about old times. His voice is floating down the hills to my house like the wind. Rushes through the leaves, dances over the streams and oak trees, until they gently reaches my cold stone room. I know how he moves. I see how his arms is hysterically waving in the breeze above him. The Lonley Dance. Vilir has seen something before me.
Violet colours flew past Rehels eyes. Bloody faces and visions of beasts exploded in front of him and caused him to suddenly throw himself against the wall to take cover. The pain that occurred in his face got Rehel to scream out loud. A quick glimpse of a pair of night-black eyes and a white smile and then it became once again silent. Vilir stopped dancing. Rehel could no longer hear his heartbeat and the ravens hoarse screams in the night.
Winter was on its last days now and even though the sun had become stronger, the hasty and strong winds made her body shake like a leaf. The ocean gives Ana such a strong sense of biting anxiety that she only wants to run away. But there is something among the black waves that stops her. How hard she tries to get away from it, it is always something that pulls her back. Something that is invisible to her eyes.
A muffled cry among the black rocks at the harbour crushed Anas thoughts and she glanced quickly towards the black rocks. A wave of panic was moving through her body when she saw the back of a young man. Before the young man disappeared down the rocks and the black waves she caught sight of a jet-black tattoo which followed the outline of the back of his body and Ana knew within a second that it was an outsider, no man of Ziroe, who had observed her.
Fear welled up inside of her and it felt as if an invisible hand grabbed hold of her neck and pushed. Ana stood up quickly and while the fear still burned her neck, she rushed with shaky legs into the dense woods and barely noticed that a sharp twig carved up the old scar on her chalk-white cheeks.
Violet colours flew past Rehels eyes. Bloody faces and visions of beasts exploded in front of him and caused him to suddenly throw himself against the wall to take cover. The pain that occurred in his face got Rehel to scream out loud. A quick glimpse of a pair of night-black eyes and a white smile and then it became once again silent. Vilir stopped dancing. Rehel could no longer hear his heartbeat and the ravens hoarse screams in the night.
Winter was on its last days now and even though the sun had become stronger, the hasty and strong winds made her body shake like a leaf. The ocean gives Ana such a strong sense of biting anxiety that she only wants to run away. But there is something among the black waves that stops her. How hard she tries to get away from it, it is always something that pulls her back. Something that is invisible to her eyes.
A muffled cry among the black rocks at the harbour crushed Anas thoughts and she glanced quickly towards the black rocks. A wave of panic was moving through her body when she saw the back of a young man. Before the young man disappeared down the rocks and the black waves she caught sight of a jet-black tattoo which followed the outline of the back of his body and Ana knew within a second that it was an outsider, no man of Ziroe, who had observed her.
Fear welled up inside of her and it felt as if an invisible hand grabbed hold of her neck and pushed. Ana stood up quickly and while the fear still burned her neck, she rushed with shaky legs into the dense woods and barely noticed that a sharp twig carved up the old scar on her chalk-white cheeks.
Kommentarer
Trackback
