"Follow Me...."
Written by Olcas
Based on a drawing by Suechan
Sarah looked out of her window, over the corn filled fields that her father was currently toiling in. Her small village, deep in the American countryside was beautiful. The sun shone nearly everyday, and everyone was happy doing what they did. For Sarah's family, that was bringing in the harvest. Her father let loose another almighty swing with his scythe at the golden strips of corn. Her mouth watered as she remembered the fresh food at the last harvest festival. That was just around the corner.
But, she was at that age. She was bored. As she leaned her chin upon her hand, her golden blond hair flopped down in front of her eyes. Her blue eyes, half-lidded against the sun, flickered and glowed as her imagination took her. Swept into the arms of some romantic prince, flying over the clouds, fighting with some savages in Africa....anything but being here, staring out of a window over the same horizon, the same sights that she'd seen all her life. She wanted exictement! It was 1853 for crying out loud!
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The harvest festival came later that week. And as she danced with the same people, ate the same (albeit mouth-watering food), she felt like she'd never leave this place. Do something exciting. She looked up at the harvest moon. Supposedly, it was magical, mythical beings coming out to play and things like that. Sarah stopped believing in such tales when she was young. Now, 18 years of age, and she believed only in herself.
She sat down again, tired from the dancing, only to see someone she'd never seen before, dancing in the middle of the crowd. It was a girl, about her age. That alone meant that she was not from the village as she was the only one that age. The girl was dressed in gypsy clothes, rings twirling on her wrists as she danced to the music. Her own golden hair, although lighter than Sarah's, was just as long, reaching down to their rear ends. The girl's skn was a dark colour which brought out everything colourful about her. Sarah watched in fascination, until the girl caught her eyes.
Her eyes. As gold as the metal that gave the colour it's name. The room, full of dancing people, a party, fell away. Sound and time seemed to stop, and all that existed was Sarah, sitting on a black void in her pink dress staring into the eyes of this girl, frozen in the act of dancing on the same blackness. Sarah felt as if she was an observer to all this, a third person standing in the middle. Suddenly, and all the movement that ever seemed to be in this place, the gypsy girl smiled.
Sarah blinked, and when she opened her eyes, the room was back, and the girl had broken the eye contact for what seemed like an eternity, but was merely a split-second, and had gone on dancing. Sarah shook her head, and as she did so, the memory of the encounter slipped away, as if falling down some drain, like a dream in the morning light. When she enquried who the girl was and given an extremely unhelpful shrug as an answer, she left the party and went home.
She began to undress for bed, in the combined light of the moon and her candle. Off came her pink dress, with a quick undoing of the wooden pegs, and she stepped out of it, hung it up and then looked out the window. The night was still and deep. She could tell by thw lack of noise that the party had ended not long after she had left. Her undergarment was replaced with pink bra and panties, as they were more comfortable for sleeping in. The small gown which fell from her bra was practically see through. She got into bed, blew out the candle and fell into a deep sleep.
"Sarah......"
"Sarah...."
"Open your eyes, Sarah...."
The girl complied. Her eyes were darker, glassy, as if the girl was still asleep.
"Follow my voice, Sarah....follow...."
The covers were lifted off her body, and the girl rose and began to walk down the stairs. Her movements were slow, yet graceful, soft, yet with a purpose, even if that purpose was not her own. Bare feet padded outside the house. The wind blew the see-through shawl slightly. The girl stopped moving and her eyelids began to slip down, apparently having lost the source of the voice...
"Sarah....come to me Sarah....."
Again, her eyelids lifted slightly and her feet began that slow movement towards the voice on the breeze. Through the forest they took her, until the sleeping girl came to a clearing. In it was the gyspy woman from before. Sarah came up to her and stopped, her eyes closing again. She let out a soft snore, murmuring something in her sleep. The gyspy woman stroked under her chin with a slim finger.
"Awake into my power Sarah." she whispered.
Sarah's eyes lifted, and she smiled, nay, near purred as the woman stroked her chin again. To Sarah, nothing was wrong. The world around her seemed blurred, runny, like a oil painting. The only thing in clear focus was....her. And that was all that mattered. She sighed happily.
The gypsy woman shook her hair, and two pointed ears poked through. She stared up at the setting moon. Harvest Moon. Mythical creatures in the land of the living tonight. Like Halloween. That included elves. So what if she wanted to keep the best thing she had found? Sarah wouldn't mind, she knew. She had wanted excitement. The elf's eyes travelled the semi-naked girl's body. And she would get it....
"Follow me Sarah...before the rising sun....."
Sarah smiled and almost skipped after the dark skinned woman....It looked like she had got her wish for a new life.....
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