(The following is just an idea....a light flicker in the back of my mind that I've been quietly working on in spare time. I doubt this is the final draft, but I've come to find I'm slowly falling in love with this new idea and had to share...and needed an excuse to put up a new entry *laughs*)
[Amber Cage]
Sitting there she had no place to call her own. Sitting all alone she had nothing to call her own. The amber bars gave her enough room to stand, gave her enough room to wander around, but never enough room to soothe that never ending itch to be free - to roam the grass fields in front of her. She touched her pale lithe finders to the cage bars and shook her head very sadly. Maybe once upon a long time ago had the girl been strong enough to break the bars and run free, but it had been centuries since she'd eaten and longer still since she had used her powers. Powers? The girl in the care couldn't really claim she knew what they were anymore.
Every couple of years someone would happen upon her, they would stay with her for a while and learn of her what they could. Some would tell her that it was fate that they met the captive girl and promise to find a way to free her. The girl would frown at them and in her strange voice, while shaking her head she would inform them "Don't make promises to the cage. Do you mean to tell me you have memory long enough to return to a place of chance?" Her message to such happenstance visoters was always met with a look that spoke volumes to the girl in the cage. They always answered with words of comfort, but the girl's heart had become amber itself, having been in her amber cage too long and refused their sentimental words with a warm smile, and a happy lie of gratitude that was more for the girl than her vanishing visitor.
She knew of their lies though. She knew the exact moment in which an old momentary companion broke their reassurance. Centuries ago the girl might have cried seeing the liar trapped within the bronze-red resin bar. But not for centuries had tears left her amber-purple eyes that seemed not to stare disapprovingly at the oathbreakers as if to say 'Look. Did I no warn you? Your memories are to short and the cage is not easy to free.' She never spoke these words, for the people trapped in her amber cage could not answer her; the resin holding them to tightly for them to even likely be aware of their own captivity. Once a long time ago she would sing to the foolish souls and tell them stories, but even the most talented story-tellers run out of stories and this girl had not been out of her cage in so long.
 Evelie Harte · Thu Mar 26, 2009 @ 01:01am · 1 Comments |
