Post by goblingirl on Nov 19, 2005 18:21:56 GMT -5
This is the beginning of a chunk of my story. No one will understand, not even Katie because I didn't get this far when I was explaining my story to her. Baaaasically, Mattie is a good friend of Neraida's (the protagonist/Queen of the Faeries), who's been in a motorbike/car accident and nearly died. Neraida accidently made her immortal, and this is her waking up as a Fae. If you want more backstory, then ask.
The shining abyss lay before her. Mattie would have smiled if she had a mouth, but she did not, and so her disembodied spirit simply swum forward, to the tiny dark speck of consciousness she could see ahead. She felt so content, but it was drowning her, and she knew that to give in completely would be her undoing.
She finally surfaced in a large bed, staring at the dark green drape above her head. Smiling properly, she turned over and stared at the room she was in. Mattie swallowed. It was totally unfamiliar.
She was facing a large window, with a seat, and light streamed through it, illuminating the room beautifully. There was a writing desk close to the window, a wardrobe in the corner, and various other bits of furniture scattered around. Mattie slowly pushed back the covers, and climbed out of the bed. She looked down at her hands, turning them over wonderingly. Her fingers seemed...elongated, and much paler than before. After Neraida had taken her to Italy, Mattie had been so deeply tanned that her skin remained brown for weeks afterwards. But not anymore.
Neraida! Mattie’s head shot up, remembering. The motorbike, Neraida had swerved, but hit the car. Neraida had stayed on, but...but Mattie had been thrown off, and hit the ground. There seemed to be a gap in her memory, because her only recollection afterwards was lying on grass in Neraida’s arms, with the Queen weeping over her, and the tears falling into her mouth. Then the shimmering world that had tempted her with safety and lifeless bliss, and now this room.
She glanced down at her hands again, and saw the nightgown she was wearing. It was nothing like she’d normally wear, as it was floor length, and made of a silky material that shone whenever she moved. The neckline was quite low, and embroidered with tiny blue flowers. The sleeves fell to halfway down her arms, and turned into dripping lace, that also gleamed at the slightest movement.
Mattie stepped over to a tall mirror on the wall next to the window, and stared at her reflection. Instead of normal Mattie Meadwell gazing back at her, a tall, ethereal beauty look stood in the mirror instead. This woman had, in place of her usual brown waves, elegantly curled honey hair. As before, her old darker skin was replaced by white satin, skin that was flawless and lovely. She was slightly taller too, and...more curvy. That is, her waist seemed much more pronounced, although it might have been the cut of her nightdress.
It was a bit scary really, thought Mattie. For a dream that is.
The shining abyss lay before her. Mattie would have smiled if she had a mouth, but she did not, and so her disembodied spirit simply swum forward, to the tiny dark speck of consciousness she could see ahead. She felt so content, but it was drowning her, and she knew that to give in completely would be her undoing.
She finally surfaced in a large bed, staring at the dark green drape above her head. Smiling properly, she turned over and stared at the room she was in. Mattie swallowed. It was totally unfamiliar.
She was facing a large window, with a seat, and light streamed through it, illuminating the room beautifully. There was a writing desk close to the window, a wardrobe in the corner, and various other bits of furniture scattered around. Mattie slowly pushed back the covers, and climbed out of the bed. She looked down at her hands, turning them over wonderingly. Her fingers seemed...elongated, and much paler than before. After Neraida had taken her to Italy, Mattie had been so deeply tanned that her skin remained brown for weeks afterwards. But not anymore.
Neraida! Mattie’s head shot up, remembering. The motorbike, Neraida had swerved, but hit the car. Neraida had stayed on, but...but Mattie had been thrown off, and hit the ground. There seemed to be a gap in her memory, because her only recollection afterwards was lying on grass in Neraida’s arms, with the Queen weeping over her, and the tears falling into her mouth. Then the shimmering world that had tempted her with safety and lifeless bliss, and now this room.
She glanced down at her hands again, and saw the nightgown she was wearing. It was nothing like she’d normally wear, as it was floor length, and made of a silky material that shone whenever she moved. The neckline was quite low, and embroidered with tiny blue flowers. The sleeves fell to halfway down her arms, and turned into dripping lace, that also gleamed at the slightest movement.
Mattie stepped over to a tall mirror on the wall next to the window, and stared at her reflection. Instead of normal Mattie Meadwell gazing back at her, a tall, ethereal beauty look stood in the mirror instead. This woman had, in place of her usual brown waves, elegantly curled honey hair. As before, her old darker skin was replaced by white satin, skin that was flawless and lovely. She was slightly taller too, and...more curvy. That is, her waist seemed much more pronounced, although it might have been the cut of her nightdress.
It was a bit scary really, thought Mattie. For a dream that is.
