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A Little Girl
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I had a dream, last night.


There was... this girl, who looked just like her mother. Just like her mother before her. She had snow-white hair, and buried herself always in her transcripts. Recorded everything; sometimes I wondered if she was more a Montelione than myself! Hah!

One day she started a library. And one day she became Aphros' scribe. One day its Steward. I respected her! But I was... worried. She was a bit more than that, no? I'd... pieced it together a long time ago. What her true role was. So I worked harder, to compete! And I treated her well, I think. I thought we could work together on things, for the sake of Aphros.

She was... A sweet little girl. Even if a bit misguided. And one more than a little capable.

In this dream, I sat down with her on a pew. The sun bore down on us, in a rather sweltering heat! Summer was in full bloom, perhaps. So she took off her hood. She was quiet, perhaps a bit shy. But I smiled to her, and asked her to speak her mind. I asked, and so she did. She told me about everything. About her mother, and father. About her concerns for our faith. About her aspirations.

I heard her out, and I smiled. It was a bit sad to hear how she felt about her mother, but I could assure her that the father was a great man. One... who went through a lot, but survived much of it without losing his compassion. He erred in the end, but that wasn't his fault. The little girl, she didn't quite agree with me! But... She didn't hate me either. She looked relieved.

I promised, I would help her. And that we would work together, as our goals were one and the same.


None of that ever happened. I woke up.

The sun was bearing down, as it was when I fell asleep. My head rested to a soft cushion of grass. Before I even opened my eyes, I noticed tears were falling from my eyes. For a moment the dream felt real. I almost wanted to sleep again, so it would be. But the vision came back.

I felt the collar's sickening affects. The skin of her cheek when I slapped her. The pain of watching a girl crumble. The empathy I had no right to give.

And my eyes couldn't un-see it. She just... Fell overboard. Fell into an ocean blackened in nothing but moonlight. Not even a bubble... just never rose again.

...I want to go back to sleep.
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