Poor Thing
Sep. 6th, 2009 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mintmeowBlack clouds rolled across the white washed skies. The wind picked up and the trees began to wave to the small band departing from their tiny forest home. The tree's blood red leaves followed them as they trekked forward, the wind whipping at their backs. There were two cloaked figures in front, and two in following. Together they carried a platform between them. The silky cloth flapped in the screaming breeze but miraculously did not fly away. Beneath this sheet lay what appeared to be a body, a human body.
Gem lay at rest, her icy pale hands folded over her stomach, her eyes closed. She rested in an eternal sleep. Or at least her body did. In fact the soul of the child hovered above her vessel. The spirit was still connected to the body, long ago cold. She could feel every bump that her carriers went over, every step that carried them farther and farther from her home. The old Tosoki's residence now lay silently hidden by the still bushes, and tall painted trees.
The ghost no longer knew what she would do. Her body was six feet under the cold ground. Her soul was left to wonder, but how far would that take her. She aimlessly floated for days seeking the truth behind her fate. All she found was a cat, a genie. Gem befriended the strange creature. She was drawn to it's power, it's sheer beauty that entranced her. But more than anything the fact that the genie acknowledged the lonely girl.
The genie offered her a gift, a chance for life, but of course it had it's restrictions. The ghost child agreed with the knowledge that she would be imprisoned, unable to travel the world as she had hoped, or to find love that her cold spirit longed for. She was bound to the remains of the old Tosoki's residence, aloud to walk though the lonely halls, to smell the flowers that slipped right though her hand. She could walk again, and appear almost solidly. She could feel the sun on her pale cheek. But the cat had made another promise. In this deal he would also stay with her, to keep her company. To always remind her on the irreversible choice she had made as he lives though all eternity.
Gem lay at rest, her icy pale hands folded over her stomach, her eyes closed. She rested in an eternal sleep. Or at least her body did. In fact the soul of the child hovered above her vessel. The spirit was still connected to the body, long ago cold. She could feel every bump that her carriers went over, every step that carried them farther and farther from her home. The old Tosoki's residence now lay silently hidden by the still bushes, and tall painted trees.
The ghost no longer knew what she would do. Her body was six feet under the cold ground. Her soul was left to wonder, but how far would that take her. She aimlessly floated for days seeking the truth behind her fate. All she found was a cat, a genie. Gem befriended the strange creature. She was drawn to it's power, it's sheer beauty that entranced her. But more than anything the fact that the genie acknowledged the lonely girl.
The genie offered her a gift, a chance for life, but of course it had it's restrictions. The ghost child agreed with the knowledge that she would be imprisoned, unable to travel the world as she had hoped, or to find love that her cold spirit longed for. She was bound to the remains of the old Tosoki's residence, aloud to walk though the lonely halls, to smell the flowers that slipped right though her hand. She could walk again, and appear almost solidly. She could feel the sun on her pale cheek. But the cat had made another promise. In this deal he would also stay with her, to keep her company. To always remind her on the irreversible choice she had made as he lives though all eternity.
