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By By Sarah Elizabeth Hume Submitted by Sarah143 Date: 2006 Sep 22 Comment on this Work [[2006.09.22.14.07.7787]] |
| PART ONE:SERENE The gossamer of her slight insect-like wings glistened in the fire light with shades like the jewel encrusted stone of the Dreaming Mountains. Her limbs curved like spindly vines beneath her sheer,flowing,gown of opalescent spider silk, through wich shone skin the color of milk mixed with the tiniest hint of petal pink. The lining of her was that of a crystal hour glass,fragile with sweeping arcs that enhanced her tiny,finger length frame. Undisturbed breasts were revealed beneath the high princess seam of her almost non-existent garment,they were petite,but well shaped with fleshy,perked,nipples,that graced the soft cloth with their sensual awakening,peaked toward heaven. Far below her skin was smooth as a sheet of ivory satin and it spoke sweetly of her hidden secrets and of creamy virgin delights whisphered gently on a summer's eve. She had a graceful neck and a long muscular back that floated down to the luscious dimples of a rounded bottom. Her hair was wound of mischievous flaxen threads that curled and hung in untamed tendrils to her tight waist. It framed her face,full of large wild eyes that pierced the earth through violet flame and high cheek bones which made her appear sculpted. A long,straight nose defined her and pouted rose lips painted the somber expression she always wore. She was a creature veiled in mystery and ancient prophecy like all of those born to her race. A culture wreathed in strict,codified,law that exchanged true love for the brutal code of arranged marriage. Personal emotion was to be dislodged from the heart and cold,callused,ritual was to take its place,for those who were forged from the fires of hot,royal,blood. Serene was a faerie and her tribe was the oldest known to exist. She was a princess of all that existed from the deep caverns of the Dreaming Mountains to the brilliant landscape of forest and water that covered all of the world known as Faye. She was born to the seventh child of the seventh child which deemed her a witch. An accusation not blessed by her kind,though her magic was white and pure as the first snow. She was an outcast,her outward beauty being the only gift her subjects believed she possessed. Her own mother tried to desperately hide her identity from those who would condemn,by burying deeply,the ebony shroud which covered her angelic face at birth. This was the covering that would mark her child for life, like a deep brand it was a wound,the symbol of heretical magic. All in time had revealed itself as it always does,and the child was denounced by the simple knowledge of her birthright. She spent the days of her young adult life,dwelling in darkness and dancing shadows of the mountain passages where no others dared venture. She lived in what would be called sin,perfecting her anicient craft and delving into fantasies hidden deeply within her lost,loveless,soul. There she lied alone and untouched,waiting for the day when she might find her passions fulfilled and escape her unwanted destiny written in silver ink over midnight, within the tapestry of sky,so long,long,ago... |