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Unsought Visitor

chapter 2 of Fall From Grace

By Kami R. TaylonsPublished about 12 hours ago 3 min read
Unsought Visitor
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A hissing, sparkling vibration appears abruptly, sound and luminescence generating within the dreary dwelling where silence and shadow were my only companions. Dilating in intensity and dimension a lucent bead hum, gyrating wildly, growing larger and kaleidoscopic with each rotation. Sudden obscurity as a mysterious, soft, pliant material envelopes the globe possessively. A floral fragrance burst from the greedy clasp of the yielding substance, as it secrets the sphere from view.

Levitating, whirling, thriving rosebuds spawn a posy creating a floriferous disguise blurry from the still spinning motion. A disembodied masculine voice emanates from within the glimmering floral blanket while whirring recedes, as though bowing obligingly to its Sovereignty. "We shall reunite very soon. This separation, I am unable to bear any longer" he purred flirtatiously.

A robed figure adorned with ruby red roses seemly sprinkled with glitter, materialized via manifestation? Intrigue, trepidation, and confusion all fight for domain as I search newcomer's features. Enchanting, sparkling blossoms crawl gluttonously around entity with new blooms exploding to conceal practically every area yet leaving a well-groomed handsome face undisguised. Unable to resist a peek into his silver eyes, my green eyes meet his, inconveniently locking for a moment before abandoning the perusal, as a blush scaled my heart shaped face. So intense and magical as the metallic sparkling orbs steal my breath, almost regretting disengagement.

Questions of entrance, origins, and intentions batter my mind though I tried to show no emotions to the cloaked entity standing before me, or is he actually floating? Regaining control of my thoughts, though I wanted to bolt to a concealed position to study visitor. Striving for a semblance of composure though nerves very much aquiver, I comb my fingers through my unruly curls, twisting my chestnut, long hair hoping to regain order to neglected mane. I smooth my unshapely dress down to hide nervousness with busy hands still feeling self-consciously dross. This handsome visitor bears a resemblance to a god- like being, appearing to be levitating, therefore my nervousness a challenge to conceal. Straightening my spine, to look once again into his face, where a tiny grin played about his full inviting lips. I could feel another blush rise, was he laughing at my discomfort? Wow, what a prick. An absolutely beautiful prick. Drawn back into his alluring panes, curiously now containing a hypnotic dancing ribbon of smoke, rising as a cobra, yet quickly vanishes as if scattered by a strong gust of wind. This is merely a dream; this cannot be real. Its adrenaline, I feel quite light-headed as the hum persists though its more than sound, it's almost like the hum is spell casting. As if it's beckoning me, persuading me with an odd melody, yet somehow soothing. Although, the embarking hum, causes an odd sensation, which begins overtaking me.

A tiny vibration, a humming vibration pulses within my body, growing more intense, the stranger somehow transfers to me? I cannot make sense of what is happening within myself with fear surging. Suddenly, I detect a subtle, ethereality buoyance as my soul lifts from body to be carried away upon a breeze. Amplifying bewilderment, perceiving him equivalent to a spirit of death, stealing me away to the afterlife. Am I joining Willow? Did this entity take Willow also? My thoughts seemed to ricochet trying to determine WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME? SOMETHING PLEASE MAKE SENSE!! My mind screaming while being sucked into a whirlpool of confusion.

A deep voice interrupts my surmising, as its charm glides from his too perfect lips. Words!? Words! He is saying words! FOCUS!!!! My thoughts shout to redirect me to present.

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About the Creator

Kami R. Taylons

I love writing with a poetic flow, radiating from my soul, as words unite with a mesmerizing sway. Forever in motion, seeking to lure new captives of my literary art. Inviting readers to drift away with me, upon the waves of poetry.

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