“It ends here… now…”
Kara threw herself off the cliff where she stood, putting everything that she had ever cared to the back of her mind. She was tired of everything that she had been through, tired of being an outcast, tired of being called a freak. Tears began to shed and fade with the wind as she flew off the cliff. Her whole life seemed to be replayed before her. Joy, sorrow and rage. She muttered a word of help, but she knew it was too late.
Until…
A light…
A figure…
She gasped as that was all that she could do when a beam of light which took shape of a familiar figure saved her from hitting the ground, only to black out seconds after from the intensity of the light.
Moments after, she woke up in an unfamiliar room. Too unfamiliar that it scared her, making her jump of the bed that she was in. Walking around in circles, like an imbecile trying to find a corner in a perfectly round room, she pondered emptily. Just as she was about to let out a scream of both fear and frustration, she heard footstep and voices down the corridor.
She then reached towards the door trying to eavesdrop the conversation that she heard faintly. However, they seem to be talking in a language that she could not understand. It was not of any language that she knew. Picking up every single bit of courage left within her, she tried to turn the doorknob to see who is on the other side.
“Only those who are pure can pass, your tarnished soul must be cleansed, show us that you are worthy of our trust, and you might be accepted to join our clan”
“A talking doorknob?!?!”
Kara was surprised by what she heard. Even more surprised when the door began to fade away, slowly transforming itself into a wall, inch by inch. Kara jumped back. She didn’t know whether to cry, as she always does, or whether to scream, also as she always does. She tried to sustain her sanity and looked around the room, only to see a silver butterfly flying outside the window.
With her curiosity already taking charge of her, she walked towards the open window, which opened itself as Kara came closer to it. She tried to reach out for the silver butterfly, but was immediately distracted as she saw the view from where she stood. She was amazed by how familiar yet unfamiliar the view was to her-sparkling blue lake, golden grass, all the silvery insects and colourful plants, a maiden…
A Maiden?
“Hey!” Kara shouted with excitement and hope that the person she saw was real.
Unfortunately, she seemed to get no response from the lady by the lake. She tried to call out to her again. But, as she leaned her body towards window sill, just like the door, it began to fade away from each corner. Kara retreated. She was not sure how to feel as of that moment, but she did begin to comprehend some things.
She thought it would be interesting to see how many things she could transform into a section of a wall so she leaned herself towards every single things that was nailed or built in with the ‘original’ walls. She found them astonishing. She felt as if she had powers to transform mere things into bricks.
It was not longer than a few minutes when she realised that her sanity is fading away and that she had lost control of herself and that made she feel powerful. She looked around the room only to find herself trapped in an empty space. She tried to look at every inch of the room again, and found that there she had yet to lean on the mirror that was on the wall but she did not want to transform that into a wall. Instead, she walked towards it, looked at her reflection and asked herself numerous questions.
“Where am I? Why is everything turned into walls?”
“Why was the butterfly so… so… beautiful?”
To be continued.....
