The Chase/ The Capture

Reality over Dreams - Part I

Standing alone in the middle of a dark field, the breeze swept through the long tendrils of golden hair. The stars sparkled overhead, and the moon lent its shining beams of light to aide the slim figure in its midst. An aroma of sickened flowers wafted up to meet the scent of decay. Moonshine poured over the pleading thoughts of desperation written on the pale, oval face held up high to the heavens. Slim, proud brows accented the dangerous almond shaped hazel eyes, with thick, black, curling lashes veiling them from the world. A twisted smile of insanity danced along the curves of pallid taught lips. Slightly pointed ears peaked through the phantasm of luxurious curls, and a slender neck lead to a body of sheer beauty. A sea of emeralds swirled about her in frenzies of overlapping silk, draping the tender elven frame. Long sleeves extended past dainty fingers that gripped an orb of varying colors. Rivulets of blood streamed from the delicate wrist, igniting the orb in splendors of fierce imagination. An ornate dagger rested in the pillow of grass at the elf’s feet, staining the field’s life forever. Nothing could be heard in the eerie silence and solitude of the valley, and the wind pushed through the frays of splendid green mirages. The blackened sky greedily accepted the sacrifice of the anguished mind standing in its hollow. A scream burst from the parted lips in a last attempt for despairing savior. The shadow fell. Crumpling in upon itself, and withering away into the dusts of the wind that brought upon its birth, then swept away to the sea of the fallen star; never capturing relinquishment.

A tiny rock flew through the vast expanse, and landed inches from her feet. She narrowed her now crimson eyes, and peered at the miniscule piece of rubble as though it were an insult. A loud roar breeched the cold silence in the distance, and wings beat afar. The girl braced herself. Clouds swarmed around the bulky body of the beast. The tangled colors of the iridescent sky offset the bleakness of the creature’s brilliant hide. The immense head bowed low, and liquid acid orbs stared into the mind of the elf. Searing fire leaped from the massive maw to singe the rocks of the pillar. Wings tucked close to its enormous girth, in ascended into a great downward spiral. A living embodiment of evil tumbled from the ocean of tumultuous colors, and sharp talons dug into the ledge. The elf stood erect, waiting, then sent forth a flurry of magic to meet that of the dragon’s might. Woven together in a frenzy of light and images, the dragon won the ferocious battle. He stole away from the scene in triumph with the elven power, and vanished into the starry sky to slip beyond the mountains in a glimmer of prowess.

Tanya LeeAnn