Write One Page Per Day – 232/365 – August 20, 2018

The Encounter

The air smelled of grass and pine as I walked into the clearing. I saw red hair, white clothes, and what looked like a fur coat covering their shoulders. They were seated awkwardly to the side and would shudder every few seconds as though crying.

I walked toward them, not knowing why, I think it was because of where we were. I had never been one to approach someone who was upset. My heart broke a little when I heard the first sob, quiet and full of despair.

“Are you o-” I stopped when I was ten feet out. The fur coat moved suddenly opening into two beautiful white wings. My breath caught in my throat.

“Go away!” the woman cried. “You shouldn’t be here…”

I swallowed my awe, curious and concerned, and walked forward slowly, “Are you okay?”

“Do I look okay?” she replied, “No, I’m not okay. I want to go home.”

“Is there anything I can do to help you?” I asked, stopping about three feet from her. Her beauty was the stuff great renaissance painters had painted. Her skin was like ivory, her hair less red and more alive. It could have been fire. Her white clothes were accented with gold embroidery that words could not begin to describe.

“I don’t kk-now w-what to do anymore,” she said, looking up at me with amber eyes that burned with an internal light that flickered as her gaze locked on me. “My charge has been taken. How can I go home if I’ve lost my charge?”


“The i-item for w-which I’m r-responsible,” she clarified through her sobs.

“Do you know who took it?” I asked, squatting down, but not getting closer. There was something in the intensity of her gaze that gave me a vague sense of danger.

“I-it was him, the fallen, the silver-tongue, the morning star!” She bellowed, making the trees shake as her eyes burned with a ferocity I had never seen before. “I must get it, but cannot go where he went…”

She rose to her feet and turned away from me, looking to the sky. “Perhaps my brothers and sisters can help me…”

A flash of bright light blinded me before I could move my hands over my eyes. A few minutes later my vision cleared and I found myself alone in the clearing. I ran. My car had never seemed more like a refuge to me as I reached it. My whole body was shaking when I sat in the seat. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the seat, trying to calm myself.

“Hello, Hellen,” a voice said from behind me.

I opened my eyes and in the mirror I saw a pair of amber eyes, ringed in red. The smile that accompanied them was both intoxicating and dangerous, “I believe you spoke with my sister…”

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