Memory, The Ghost which Haunts me. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Last night was not a night that she spent fully in the infirmery. In the wee hours of the morning she went back to her office on a whim. It had been far too long that her hand maiden had been gone on her humanitarian project. The Royal Chamberlain had begun to worry about Astrid. With her worry increasing she wrote a letter

to her hand maiden and sent it off with the currier. Mia anticipated a two to three day delay before reciving anything from Astrid. If by the fourth day she'd heard nothing she would approach Drenai The Emporer about the situation. Worry twisted her stomach. There was much to worry about, Astrid being gone so long, and Prince Wrath in the infirmary.

 

Her own mental stablity, while being haunted by the ghost of her beloved demoness. In the last three years, during this month she'd been beyond self distructive. Mia reflected upon her actions two years prior, shocked that no one that called themself a friend saw fit to put her out of her misery the first

time she was told about the demise of the woman she loved. Last year was much the same. This year she attemepted a more therapudic route, coaching herself through the infinatly long seconds in which her memories tormented her. While she thought of theses things, her skirts shifted across the floor, a light collection of dust accumilating

on the hem of her black dress while she made her way through the long halls of the fortress of Deathstalker, taking a side exit into the gardens.

 

Once outside, for the first time in days the chamberlain sighed heavily allowing her body to sag for a second before allowing her path to continue to a tree that seemed every bit as ancient as the fortress.

The thick branches of the massive tree were the perfet distance from eachother. Slender digits caressed the massive trunk of the willow like tree, before hurling herself up to the first and easily the widest branch. In a matter of miliseconds Mia was laying on the branch with her long espresso locks haning down the side.With herface lain against the slightly rough bark of the tree as she lay on her stomach, with one arm dangling almost lifelessly over the side as well. Slowly her sapphire eyes opened and closed as she watched the garden from her hide away, nestled against the largest and lowest branch of the ancient tree, shrouded by long thin branches coverd in

long but narrow jade leaves. Wind rustled the leaves here and there, ruffling the free falling locks of her hair that hung over the thick branch.

 

Mia took in a deep breath, smelling the earthy bark, and pitch of the tree, and  the subtle hint of the smell of green as she wind rustled leaves, and branches above her the the grass below.

It was a smell that washed away almost everything else. Another heavy sigh had her sagging into the branch.

Each time she opened her eyes it was like a snap shot of time, that resonated within her mind like a pulse. In the distance Nobles attempted to enchant one another, romance in bloom, like the mass of roses they stood infront

of. It was one of a million, not the special lone winter rose in a garden of spring and summer roses.

 

Unintrested Mia looked to another area of the garden. It was barren aside from one quiet girl by the pond.

It was a peaceful scene, as the girl stared at herself in the ponds reflection. From her perch it went on like this for nearly ten minutes, watching those below, birds everywhere in erratic dissaray, chirping and singing to one another. Feild mice skittering about the leaves of bushes below.

 

It was a nice distraction from the profile of the ghost that haunted her. The one who was hovering elegantly in her parifprial vision. She was almost always there. Most times only a blurred hue of 

her form and rich red locks. Other days like today, she hovered, lace gloves and victorian dress, a glass of whiskey in her hand. The woman stood on the ground looking up at her with a gentle tentative smile, though a hint of menace that the promise of seduction hung in her green eyes.

 

In the back of her mind Mia wondered when the torment would be over.

The ghost brought the tumblr glass of whiskey to her lips.

Mia knew it wasnt real, but didnt have the heart to abolish the image her mind congured up.

She was there, with more clarity today. So clearly there that the aching pulse within cried out for her to reach down and touch the woman. The Ghost looked at her.

Her fingers curled in on themselves, fighting to hold on to reality, and not get lost in the stupor of the delusinal world that always hovered in the back of her mind.

The woman beckoned her with her index finger, and Mia's body moved against her will to join the Ghost, until her fingers dug into the branch like she was holding on for dear life. 

 

"Little darling."

 

The woman coo'ed as Mia barried her face in the branch.

The sound of her voice echoing in her head though she knew the ghost had said nothing. It was trick, made up by her memories. She believed that, because she could not allow herself to think anything else. It was difficult to stay this stable, and her mind threatend sabatoge heavily today.

Every cell in her body wanted it to be real. Throught her life she was no stranger to loss. Mia reminded herself. Of her mothers demise at her brothers hands, her brothers demise at hers and her sisters. Her fathers at souly her hands.

 

The countless lives she herself had taken to feed herself Often nights she questioned why this was so hard. It was hard because it was the first time she could seek no revenge, and the first real wound that only time could heal.

 

"Sweet girl come down here"

 

The voice beckoned once more. The branch cracked as Mia's fingers dug into it. Today was always the hardest for her. Years before she'd done terrible things to compensate, she let herself go, and let insanity reign. Mia peeked down at the Ghost who stood under the branch.

 

The look of amusement colored the face of the ghost. Her green eyes danced as she licked her lips and beckoned for her girl to come down once more.

 

Mia's body tensed as her stared into the eyes of the ghost. With out warning Mia sprang to her feet running the length of the branch until there was no more branch to run. This didnt stop her as she dropped from the tree still running through the garden at full speed. She was a blur to the mortal nobles as she passed by. One woman 

gasped offended. Mia let loose a snarl which was so loud, gruttle and full of pain that it stopped the heart of another noble as she passed.

 

Mia heard it, the quiet thud as his starttled form hit the ground. Mia stopped in the great hall.. where the hell would she go?

 

The ghost lingered in her pariprial vision. Her face no longer smiling but saddened, it caused 

Mia's  heart to ache. She stared at the Ghost blatently.

In the background she could see the confused stares of on lookers, wondering what it was that she was looking at. One even had the oudasity to mutter something about her being crazy.

The Ghost looked back at Mia, The face of the beautiful woman infront of her with such sadness twisting within her green eyes.

 

The reality was there was no where to run from this. So what to do?

 

Mia still as stone, for several minutes as she stared into the eyes of the woman who haunted her very existance. There was such clarity today, there was no where to run from it, and little she could do about it. With that realization Mia decided it would be best to marvle at it.

 

It was as if Nyria, her Mistress was actually there, in the halls of the massive fortress with her.

Though she knew it was her imagination. Slowly she began to walk again, down the halls. Those who would normally catch her attention, like the likes of Drenai barely registered.

 

Side by side she walked with the ghost, walking the balance of drinking in the illusion, and reality grounding her her, reminding her constantly that this was simply an illusion.

 She allowed herself this series of moments. While she stalked the halls she only gave a small incline of her head to Drenai as she walked near him. The Crimson haired ghost keeping her attention as she walked on with no real direction.