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Sunday, 18 September 2011
04:22:11 PM (GMT)
My mother once spoke of faeries. My younger sister, Arabel, lives in a world all her own. She sleeps and eats and watches, she screams and cries and then is suddenly silent, but no one can explain her behavior. She would rather take apart her toys and then attempt to reassemble them than actually play. She never speaks, and her eyes are often blank. But she is my angel, my sole companion and friend in this dark world. She is the reason that I keep trying. When she was born Tia Grisel called her a 'changeling', claiming she was a faerie creature. They come the night after the child is born, and switch your healthy infant for their own. My mother scoffed at this. It was Arabel's strangeness that ended her belief in faeries. Now Mother is dead. Arabel and I belong to each other, sleeping on the floor of Grisel's shop at night. In the day I sort fruit and sweep and dust. No one knows where Mother went, no one knows who my father is. So much no one knows. But I feel it; Mother is dead. I know, just as Mother knew that Arabel was her own child, not someone foreign or magical, but her own flesh and blood. Today I sweep the floor with the old broom as a man tells my aunt of a chupacabra who killed his sheep. I saw it, he says. Ugly damn thing, disappeared before I could do much though. My dog was scared stiff. I roll my eyes and think, You were drunk, it was a wolf, but I keep quiet. That night Arabel is restless, crying. She looks around, and whimpers, Red blanket, candy, red blanket, candy. She's talking about her sixth birthday, the day before Mother disappeared. Her presents were candy and a blanket. I wonder where the blanket is now. The only we're sharing is grey. I wrap it around her. Her large, dark eyes look up at me. Where is Mommy?, she seems to say. The air grows cold suddenly, and I hear the hinges of the door creak loudly. Muffled voices rise and fall in the darkness. The moonlight through the window isn't enough to show who they are, but there are people in the doorway. I whisper to Arabel to stay, and emerge from the darkness just as someone lights a candle. The people jump, as if I had suddenly appeared. The flickering light illuminates their faces; they are people from the village I've known my whole life. A man steps forward. We've found your mother. The air in the room seems to vanish, I inhale but there is nothing, and I choke with the impact, as if his words have burned up all the oxygen. My only proof that this is not so is the candle, which remains lit. I force myself to breathe again. They found her body, says a woman. She is hesitant, watching me for a sign that she has smashed some newly born hope. But there is none; my mother is dead. Nothing can change that. They found her at Akelarre, says a voice from behind the man. I recognize that voice, it's tia Grisel. She's a witch. I'm tempted to laugh; my mother was not one to believe in superstition, and neither am I. Of all people, my mother was not a witch. Before I can speak for her, the people are pushing past me, into the store. They move towards where Arabel crouches on the floor. I try to get to her, but the old man, who I recognize as the priest, has already picked her up. He slings her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. She makes a sound, surprised, scared. I shout my protests but they are leaving now, and my aunt locks the shop behind her. I pound on the door, rage filling me. Arabel!!! I scream. The small windows are not large enough for me to fit through; I rush to the storage room. There is a vent near the floor, to keep the food from overheating. I find a few random tools in a box by the cellar door, and use them to pry open the vent. I climb through the opening head first, falling a few feet into icy mud. Wiping my eyes, I run through the streets, but I see no one. An inhuman scream pierces the air, and I freeze. Light flares behind me, creating a shadow that stretches before me to reveal a girl too tall and too thin. I turn and run towards the screaming. Something in the way it makes my veins run cold tells me it's Arabel. They're at the church. Arabel is tied and bound, a small animal rather than a child. The priest's voice booms out across the night, commanding demons to leave the girl. I scream and try to push through the crowd, but I am shoved aside. The group of people gathered on the porch steps watch as Arabel begins to writhe, crying out as the priest throws holy water on her face. She's terrified, and I can feel her fear. I shove through the crowd, not caring if I hurt them, just desperate to reach my sister. Finally I'm through, and I fall to my knees in front of her, reaching out, embracing her, crying. Leave her alone! I scream. A sharp pain jerks my head back, a woman looks down at me. My long hair is tangled in her fist, and she tugs hard. Silence, witch child! We do the will of God tonight! I roar at her, digging my fingernails into her wrist. Hands fall on me, and soon ropes are tied around me, binding me, leaving me helpless. I look to where Arabel was, but she's gone, and I am blindfolded and carried to a dark, cold place. The floor is mud and ox blood, packed smooth and hard. I cry, scream for Arabel, but am silenced by a sharp kick below my ribs. I sob silently, crying myself to sleep. ✝ When I awake, I have been untied. I am alone in a room that appears to be a cell. I want to shout for help, but my voice is gone, and so is anyone who might have helped me. Arabel is nowhere in sight. I lower my head and cry. After hours of waiting, I hear the door open, and I look up to see a man I don't recognize. He lifts me to my feet and grips my arm tightly, dragging me along with him to another room. Soon I am in the church, entering through a door I had never noticed before. The whole village seems to be here, and all eyes are on me. I am led to the center of the room. Arabel sits in a cage near the pulpit, and I run to her, reaching my hand through the splintery wood to grasp hers, and I whisper to God, Lord, please save us! I'm jerked roughly backwards, and my wrist bleeds where it scraped against the rough wood of the cage. After that, everything happens too fast. The priest acts as a judge, his voice booms like thunder shaking the room. The people seem to swirl around me, shouting hateful things, speaking of witchcraft, my mother, demons and familiars. I fall to my knees and push myself against the floor, trying to stop the room from spinning. In a short moment that might have been a lifetime, I am taken away, and I do not bother to struggle. Darkness is falling in the evening sky, and a makeshift alter adorned with a cross looms before me. It sits in the center of the village, an ugly stain in my beautiful home. I look around for Arabel, but she is not there. I am lifted to the alter and tied to it. I look down, seeing faces of rage, of horror, and of cold blooded hatred. Tia Grisel stands in the back, her face emotionless. The man who took me from my cell steps forward, holding a torch. He shouts something, and the crowd screams and chants, but the words are meaningless, nonsense, just ugly sounds. He lowers the torch to the base of the alter, below my feet. The heat begins to simmer below me, but my flesh is cold and numb, and I feel no pain. And then the sky bursts apart with a deafening roar, and for a moment, all is still. The people are frozen where they stand, and lightening hacks across the sky, splitting the blackness into two grey, broken halves. The fire beneath me shudders as a wind picks up, sweeping across the village, ruffling the clothing of the villagers. They stare, eyes wide, mouths agape, at the sky. I turn my face towards heaven just as a pour of rain drenches the earth. The warm water stings my face, and steam rises from below me. The continue to look up at the dark storm clouds that fill the sky that was clear not an hour before. Lighting shattered the dark once more, this time striking the church. The building burst into flames, and the crowd fell apart. Chaos ensued, as people fled to their homes, or fell to their knees, incapacitated with sheer terror. The priest lay paralyzed on the ground, and I saw Tia Grisel, running in blind panic, trip over him and fall in the mud. A woman I had never seen before was suddenly beside me. She held a long, silver sword raised above her head, and as she brought it down, freeing me, lighting once again shattered the night sky. I fell, landing in a warm red puddle, and I almost screamed before realizing it was only mud. I looked down at my soaked skirt, at my hands, everything soaked with the bloodlike liquid. When I looked up, the woman with the sword was gone. In the panic to escape the fire that seemed to be spreading despite the rain, no one noticed me as I entered the smoky church and tore apart Arabel's cage. I lifted her, carrying her on my hip, as I ran out of the burning building and through the streets. The rain washed the mud from my legs, making them flash pale beneath me as lighting lit the world. When I reached the forest, at the base of the mountains, I set my sister on soft vegetation and hugged my aching sides, gasping for air. Sheep milled through the trees, no longer a herd, just a mass of scared individuals. They bleated and jumped every time the thunder shook the ground, every time the lighting struck a tree top and sent in crashing through the forest. I knew we wouldn't be safe in the trees with the lightning, but in the open fields there was no where to hide. Once I had caught my breath, I helped Arabel onto my back and ran along the edge of the forest. Soon I came to a rocky area, and could no longer run with the sharp stones digging into my feet. Seeing a cave, I ducked inside, setting Arabel down and hugging her tight. The cave was shallow; there was just enough room for us to crouch inside. Arabel cried and hugged me. I looked down at her, and whispered, Where should we go, sister? Where will we be safe? Her big, dark eyes seemed to smile at me in the dark. God will protect us, she whispered.
Last edited: 16 November 2011

‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says:   18 September 2011   837710  
Crits, suggestions, and comments are welcome on this one. 

I'm a little worried it might be confusing, especially at the
‹<3 Forever Yours <3› says:   18 September 2011   257009  
I am speechless! This is terrific, beautiful, enchanting. I love the
names I struggle with names alot. But the story is brilliant I love it
so much! You are fantastic . I have nothing more to say other then
‹✖[[AntisocialButterfly]]✖› says :   18 September 2011   677228  


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