Goddess

The dream was already terrible. 1

The air is cold and eerie, the wind whistles angrily between tree branches. My feet pound on the cracked sidewalk as I try to find a way out of the graveyard. But the path is endless, and the gravestones just kept going and going. 2

I stop for a minute, looking around. The sky is dark purple, bleached with a creamy tinge. Yellow streaks surround the moon as it slowly grows larger with the night. 3

The lugubrious atmosphere seems to weigh me down. My body feels heavy and my head throbs. But a voice in my head tells me to move on, never to stop.4

So I run again. And I keep running until I reach a wall. A wall of brick surrounded by decrepit dead vines, like corpses strewn all over the floor. And in the corner of this wall, stands a woman.5

She is beautiful. Her skin is pearly white, with smooth long hands, housed in long sleeves of black velvet. The sleeves stop at the top of her arms, and then comes her long silky dress, a black, netty texture, with black crystal droplets sewed along the hem. Her neck holds a long silver chain of pure black crystal, and her face shines like a miniature copy of the moon. Her eyes are like bright rivers, a shining blue, and her lips are a rich shade of red, they almost look like they are neatly bleeding. Her hair is black, as is the rest of her, a rippling mass, like a dark waterfall. And it is covered with a black veil.6

She is wearing thick ebony boots, and in her perfect hand, she holds a thin stick, carrying a half shaped blue mask with a golden lining of glitter. The eyes are cut out to fit hers in, and the mask has an air of eerieness as she holds it tight in her glass hands. 7

The woman herself looks out place, and eerie as well, yet she is so beautiful and pure that I can not take my gaze off of her. 8

She smiles at me. A beautiful, dark smile. And she beckons with her free hand for me to come to her. I am scared, but at the same time, I am almost hypnotized by her beauty and darkness, and slowly, my feet follow her pearly finger, each step coming toward her.9

As I come up to her, her eyes follow my face, and my eyes slowly float up to meet hers. She smiles wider, and she fits the mask comfortably on her face before stretching her arms toward me. 10

And I stay still. She grips my shoulder, painfully, her black nails digging into my skin. I want to scream, to run, but I can't, and sensing my fear, she says,11

"It’s alright small one. It’s only for the best."12

"The best?" My tongue slides over my cracked lips, and I start to tremble, as fear slides slowly down my spine. Her voice was stange, misplaced. A silky sound, like a trickle of fresh water. It was like the thin kind of voice that any singer would envy.13

"Of course. You are the chosen one. Why do you think you are part of this dream? Not every child sees me."14

"Why do I? Why not others?"15

The woman smiles at me as if saying, 'I've been meaning for you to ask me that.16

"You'll find out soon." 17

"How? How can you tell me?" 18

She walks behind me, and whispers down my neck, her cold breath tickling my skin. 19

"By doing this." And she pushes me to the ground, with all the strength in that fragile body.20