ShiningOne
Shoom.
A shot of blinding white light. She couldn’t see anything. The light was blocking any vision Or maybe there was just nothing there…
Whoosh.
Then it came. Not much, just that white light again. That beautiful white light.
And… and a path. Simple, black and shiny. Sleek and modern, like something from the future. It was just floating in the never-ending white, a stark contrasting figure in it’s surroundings.
The blue-eyed girl stepped onto the path, searching her environment for anything that may tell her where she was.
Nothing.
One step. Ssshhh. Two steps. Ssshhh.
What was that sound? Every move she made, it was there. The girl raised her arms to run her hand through her hair, the fabric of her bell sleeve brushing against her face.
Wait. Bell sleeve?
She looked down to see she was wearing a cream, robe-like dress. That was the sound, the swishing of fabric that started again as she kept walking. Except now she wasn’t controlling her actions. She was pulled down the path.
As she walked swiftly towards whatever was calling her, a flash of colour in the reflective path caught the girl’s eye. She looked down, never stalling her quick movement.
Shining in the black walkway was the image of a bright, flickering flame.
Fire.
It disappeared as the fabric of her robe passed over it. A few more steps and another picture appeared.
This time a pair of small, fluttering wings.
Blessing.
Then shimmering, glimmering gold, jewels and money.
Greed.
This continued for a few more metres and what seemed like a slow eternity.
The dark, mysterious replica of a man’s body on the ground.
Shadow.
A swiping, silver scythe in white hands.
Death.
The cheeky smile of a young boy.
Mischief.
A slow motion pot falling, cracking on a background of fast, confused images.
Chaos.
When it seemed like the last image had been covered by the folds of her cream dress, the teenage girl’s wide-eyed gaze was pulled up to look at something forming in the white setting.
A temple. Pure white like it’s background. It appeared slowly, each part forming on it’s own. It was simple but beautiful, the girl’s eyes did not leave it.
Her feet carried her up the few steps into the interior. It had high ceilings, tall pillars and smooth walls.
But those things weren’t what pulled the girl. What had drawn her down the path was a large chest in the middle of the room. The teenager dropped to her knees in front of it and stared for a moment, taking in every detail.
It’s gilded gold edges, the fine grain of it’s rich wood, but the thing that intrigued her most was the jewel set in the middle.
It was dull, but shimmering at the same time. A smooth, grey stone set in a soft gold oval holder.
Curious, the girl’s hands found her way to the catch. It opened easily to reveal a lush, black velvet lining, encasing…
Nothing.
The girl frowned, there was absolutely nothing to be found in the chest. Disappointed, she closed the box and sat on the cold floor.
Rattle, rattle.
Rattle, rattle.
She looked up. The stone was shaking in it’s holder, wriggling around.
Moving closer to it, she put her hands on the stone. Immediately it stopped it’s motion. No movement at all.
Deciding to test a theory, the girl lifted her hands from the stone.
It started moving again.
Grinning, she put her hands on the stone again and picked it up. It came out as easy as anything.
She gasped. The stone wasn’t cut like a normal jewel. It was, in fact, egg-shaped.
An egg!
Whoosh.
As soon as she came to that realisation, everything disappeared.
The temple, the path, even the white. There was nothing left.
Nothing but the girl and the egg.
She held on tight as she felt the support underneath her go.
And then she started falling. The egg flew out of her hands and disappeared into the darkness.
Leaving her falling…
A shot of blinding white light. She couldn’t see anything. The light was blocking any vision Or maybe there was just nothing there…
Whoosh.
Then it came. Not much, just that white light again. That beautiful white light.
And… and a path. Simple, black and shiny. Sleek and modern, like something from the future. It was just floating in the never-ending white, a stark contrasting figure in it’s surroundings.
The blue-eyed girl stepped onto the path, searching her environment for anything that may tell her where she was.
Nothing.
One step. Ssshhh. Two steps. Ssshhh.
What was that sound? Every move she made, it was there. The girl raised her arms to run her hand through her hair, the fabric of her bell sleeve brushing against her face.
Wait. Bell sleeve?
She looked down to see she was wearing a cream, robe-like dress. That was the sound, the swishing of fabric that started again as she kept walking. Except now she wasn’t controlling her actions. She was pulled down the path.
As she walked swiftly towards whatever was calling her, a flash of colour in the reflective path caught the girl’s eye. She looked down, never stalling her quick movement.
Shining in the black walkway was the image of a bright, flickering flame.
Fire.
It disappeared as the fabric of her robe passed over it. A few more steps and another picture appeared.
This time a pair of small, fluttering wings.
Blessing.
Then shimmering, glimmering gold, jewels and money.
Greed.
This continued for a few more metres and what seemed like a slow eternity.
The dark, mysterious replica of a man’s body on the ground.
Shadow.
A swiping, silver scythe in white hands.
Death.
The cheeky smile of a young boy.
Mischief.
A slow motion pot falling, cracking on a background of fast, confused images.
Chaos.
When it seemed like the last image had been covered by the folds of her cream dress, the teenage girl’s wide-eyed gaze was pulled up to look at something forming in the white setting.
A temple. Pure white like it’s background. It appeared slowly, each part forming on it’s own. It was simple but beautiful, the girl’s eyes did not leave it.
Her feet carried her up the few steps into the interior. It had high ceilings, tall pillars and smooth walls.
But those things weren’t what pulled the girl. What had drawn her down the path was a large chest in the middle of the room. The teenager dropped to her knees in front of it and stared for a moment, taking in every detail.
It’s gilded gold edges, the fine grain of it’s rich wood, but the thing that intrigued her most was the jewel set in the middle.
It was dull, but shimmering at the same time. A smooth, grey stone set in a soft gold oval holder.
Curious, the girl’s hands found her way to the catch. It opened easily to reveal a lush, black velvet lining, encasing…
Nothing.
The girl frowned, there was absolutely nothing to be found in the chest. Disappointed, she closed the box and sat on the cold floor.
Rattle, rattle.
Rattle, rattle.
She looked up. The stone was shaking in it’s holder, wriggling around.
Moving closer to it, she put her hands on the stone. Immediately it stopped it’s motion. No movement at all.
Deciding to test a theory, the girl lifted her hands from the stone.
It started moving again.
Grinning, she put her hands on the stone again and picked it up. It came out as easy as anything.
She gasped. The stone wasn’t cut like a normal jewel. It was, in fact, egg-shaped.
An egg!
Whoosh.
As soon as she came to that realisation, everything disappeared.
The temple, the path, even the white. There was nothing left.
Nothing but the girl and the egg.
She held on tight as she felt the support underneath her go.
And then she started falling. The egg flew out of her hands and disappeared into the darkness.
Leaving her falling…
Congratulations, ShiningOne!
