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The greatest mystery of the forest
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by [kalimarutza ]

2004-03-31  |     | 



Set in the heart of eastern England, Stoneville was believed to be a peaceful village. Surrounded by mountains, it usually seemed to be torn from reality. Somewhere far away from this village, at the end of the forest, there was a place totally forgotten by mankind, where there was living a seventeen year-old girl.
April was quite tall and thin. She was long black haired, she had sparkling black eyes and fair skin. She had been spending her whole life in wilderness, sheltered at Zelda’s draughty burrow.

Zelda, April’s grandmother, was a witch whose main interests were advanced occultism and necromancy. She was a bunched and punitive little body and had the skin and voice of a turkey. The lady had a sour yellow look and lank hair coiled in earphones.

There was little April knew about her life. She was only told that her mother had died at her birth and her father still remained unknown. Zelda has neglected her and her needs, as she has always been much too focused on her spells, so she had to spend her childhood mostly by herself. She has been playing with her potions and she’s been very fascinated by witchcraft. She has been a gifted child ever since she was born, but she was raised being unaware of her great powers. April had a big proclivity towards hypnosis and spiritualism. As she didn’t know any children of her age, she used to spend some of her time among animals and different spirits, playing tricks on their minds or casting spells upon them. Still, educated in the spirit of the dark magic, she couldn’t reach her happiness. And what she wanted most was to widen her field of vision upon the world that has been imprisoning her till then.

That summer day was not as ordinary, as April was tempted to believe at first. There was something devilish and poisoned running through its blood. The earth was yellow and green .On the ground there were chains of lagoons as if the sky had broken and fallen in sheets of blue glass. The sun was hot and the air heavy and humid. As soon as she got up, she ran outside to practice on her everlasting friends. She conjured them and started performing unknown rituals which were coming somewhere from her subconscious. Her laughter easily lost its innocence and soon became evil, and profound. Her mind was slipping through other ways of thinking and acting.

The sun was on fire on its famished body and it seemed to be searching the vast expanse below, even to its uttermost limits .As April entered the enormous forest she could feel the fresh scent of pines. The trees grew densely, some of them covered with ivy that rustled and rattled. The path widened and flattened and it was leading her somewhere. For a few seconds did she feel a strange sense of “déjà vu” while she was following it. She stopped to take a breath. Her pale face glimmered as she looked up at the sun, which blazed like a flame in her black eyes. The cold wind was playing in her hair. The cawing of crows was alluring her in a mysterious hidden place. Obedient to her instinct, she wanted to follow its voice. She fastened her step but soon felt her mind trapped and surrounded by fear. She tried to keep her laughter, but it turned into a sob in her throat. She couldn’t explain it. It was such a strange feeling. As if there was something here, something waiting for her. It was somewhere deep in the trees or deep in the earth. Something old , and strong, and boundless. The animals were scared, dazed and confused. Every sound or move was making April tremble with fear. Every creaking of the branches, every lengthening shadow behind her, every scampering squirrel, every yelp of the foxes. She begun to run, stumbling, as a spasm of weakness was holding her tight , and pulling her backwards. Her feet were slipping and sliding. She was now running to nowhere. Her rubbery feet were trying desperately to free themselves, to break the spell upon them. A great tiredness came in her dragging body. She was struggling against the power that was lifting her. She was facing her own dreams and illusions, her worst fears and nightmares. There was a mixture of puzzlement and dizziness in her mind. She was approaching a circle of dazzling green light, which was pulling her threateningly. It was not until reaching it when she actually realized what it was and before she knew it, she became part of it.

It was the most fearsome element of magic’s history: the old dream catcher, which would hunt every shadow of the dark magic. April remained there, lost in another dimension, in an eternity of space and time, floating somewhere between dreams and reality, incapable of reaching the freedom of her mind, soul and body, the freedom of her own existence.


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