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Story w/ no title please comment..prologue |
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Prologue My first memory as a child was my Aunt Morrigan. 'The Witch', was what everyone else called her, but she was always good to me. Teaching me herbal medicines, and natural cures to many diseases or bacteria. My next memory was her funeral. My Aunt Morrigan, laying down in her favourite black velvet 'witch' dress, you know the long dresses with the bell sleeves, and low square-cut bodices. There was even her signature maroon silk scarf, tied about her waist. Aunt's face was painted beautifully, in a way she would have been pleased, high arching eyebrows, perfectly thin black eyelashes. Soft blue eye shadow with a shade of blush only a tone darker than her actual skin. Her nails her polished in a deep red, and rounded. The knee high slit in her dress showed off her mid-calf high black stiletto heels. I remember the tears of everyone, but myself. I also recall the way my family glared at me, when I dared to approach the rosewood coffin. I looked at my Aunt�s face, (more like stared) and then, her eye opened. One big beautiful blue eye. She winked at me, and then the eye closed. I knew she wasn�t dead, but no one would believe me when I tried to tell them, so I quickly gave up. My parents, siblings, and I left as soon as they were lowering the casket. I asked my mother, "Do vampires, and zombies really exsist? Aunt Morrigan told me they do. Could Aunt Morrigan be one?" My mother looked horrified. "No!" she told me sternly. "Your Aunt, my sister, is not a nightmarish creature! She's dead!" My mother ran to her room in a fit of tears, and everyone glared at me. My 5-year-old mind couldn�t concept why they all blamed and hated me for my aunt. Over the years, I've had repeated dreams about my aunt. In every one, she pushes the dirt away from her coffin as the sunsets. Once it does completely, she opens the lid and Morrigan stands up. Her waist length black hair was always silk soft, and raven black. Morrigan looks up to the moon, (in the dream it always changed to what moon there was outside the dream) and she'd whisper to the moon, "Bring my heir, my baby, my Morrganna to me, alive." Then she'd lie back down, her hair flowing about her shoulders and body, and the lid would slam shut as the dirt filled in. At that point I'd awaken and my day would begin. <a href="http://www.iorbz.com"><img src="http://tinyurl.com/ghqjn" border=0></a>
Cajun_Rogue_Sybella · Tue Jun 13, 2006 @ 02:51am · 6 Comments |
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