A girl writes

There were roses every where-for as far as the eye could see, that’s all there was to it. Roses-and all of them blue, the most delicious shade of blue-of water frozen into petals while it was still flowing. 

Their scent permeated the air, heavy yet not heady, their sight soothing.

But more mesmerising was the laughter of a little girl that rang out as beautifully as the bells did on a summer’s eve- charging the atmosphere with joy, hope.

The girl with hair as black as the moonless night sky on a mid summer night ran across the field of icy blue, her merriment etched in her whole persona. She looked over her shoulder then, two moons shining in a pale face filled with love for the boy who followed her-his hair as silver as her eyes, with a shine that made them appear to be ablaze. 

The boy finally caught up with her, and even as he reached out to grab the other child’s hand, the air seemed to thicken-with love, with loss, with fear, with pain.

And before he had held onto her for but a second, both of them fell to the ground-just as all the flowers around them shed and the sun in the sky dipped to leave only the frost-layering a barren ground against the backdrop of endless darkness.

The silver head bent protectively over the dark one, both of them soaked in blood-his, hers-taking their last breathes in each others’ arms.

And as they did, the air once again rang, but this time it was with screeches, with screams-of creatures dead long ago. 

Hoards of bulls ran in, menacing, tall, with horns large enough to balance the worlds. Followed by monsters more menacing than the biggest beasts, with heads three instead of one all with sharp teeth and empty eyes.
But as the roars of the beast in the sky pierced again and their fire lit up the dark sky, this time the light permeated the night to reveal another dark haired beauty reaching out for her counterpart-a boy with looks too much like hers. One brought fire, one brought fury; one brought the strength of a lion, the other the force of a stag but it was when their hands touched that the space between them sizzled with a power stronger than the worlds before.

They circled each other as if in a dance all the while pulling one another closer, while the fire and frost encircled them, intertwining and then spreading out returning everything it touched to its former glory and then some-the fields bloomed again, as the night changed to day, the frost melted away and the barren land once again became fields of flowers in colours more than ever seen before. And the creatures from the past were sent to where they belonged with only the sound of music left in the air.

She then reached out to cup his face for one final time as they themselves seemed to turn to the blue roses that had been there once before-now marked by edges as red as the fire that had been once in them, around them.

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Note-Some of you may know that I have been working on a book. Here is a page out of it. I hope you like it.

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