03-05-2017, 09:10 AM
Down the mountain she went. She didn’t question the mystery of how she had gotten there. It wasn’t like Amore didn’t care for what had happened, but she had simply accepted the change. Though a bit disorientated she climbed down the mountain, a bit unsteady on her feet due to the thin air and rocky terrain. From the mountains he found her way towards the meadow. This was familiar, though she had never visit it often.
From first look it didn’t look like much had changed. Not while she was in the meadow at least. But at the same time, she didn’t know the meadow too well to notice any differences. Looking to the left she sees that what she knows as the ‘field’ in the distance, and at the right there is the same old forest. When she glances back, however, she sees the proof that the world is no longer like she had known it. Unfamiliar lands lay behind her and Amorette can only wonder what would be behind the meadow, forest and the field.
But more importantly than that: what had become of her family? Instinctively she knows the Gates is gone. No longer does she have a home to return to. The home she would miss, but it would be nothing to the possible loss of her family. Amore hadn’t seen her mother and sister in ages, her brother even longer. And the last time she had seen her father he had asked her the same question that had lied on her lips. Or had she only dreamed that?
Speaking of which. How much time had passed since she last had been aware of life? To Amore it felt like she had only blinked her eyes once or twice, but the season had changed. It was no longer spring, instead it was winter already. If three season had passed, who said it hadn’t been years instead? Her smoky black coat was too thin for the weather, for the snow that lied underneath her feet, and now she had realised the season, Amorette suddenly feels cold. To not stand still and freeze, she walks, without a destination really.
From first look it didn’t look like much had changed. Not while she was in the meadow at least. But at the same time, she didn’t know the meadow too well to notice any differences. Looking to the left she sees that what she knows as the ‘field’ in the distance, and at the right there is the same old forest. When she glances back, however, she sees the proof that the world is no longer like she had known it. Unfamiliar lands lay behind her and Amorette can only wonder what would be behind the meadow, forest and the field.
But more importantly than that: what had become of her family? Instinctively she knows the Gates is gone. No longer does she have a home to return to. The home she would miss, but it would be nothing to the possible loss of her family. Amore hadn’t seen her mother and sister in ages, her brother even longer. And the last time she had seen her father he had asked her the same question that had lied on her lips. Or had she only dreamed that?
Speaking of which. How much time had passed since she last had been aware of life? To Amore it felt like she had only blinked her eyes once or twice, but the season had changed. It was no longer spring, instead it was winter already. If three season had passed, who said it hadn’t been years instead? Her smoky black coat was too thin for the weather, for the snow that lied underneath her feet, and now she had realised the season, Amorette suddenly feels cold. To not stand still and freeze, she walks, without a destination really.
Amorette
What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.
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