The years went on and silence struck the core of the massive castle. Some nights were long and drizzled with rain, others were scorching hot. Winter came and left two fold and as the light eyes of spring began to peek into the skies, the one young who forever moved made her way outside of her room. Every day, every night, she sang and danced to her heart's content. She grew her own nourishment, maid her own dresses...what child wouldn't love to have a castle all to their own? The sky was dark as night, though just dark gray clouds that had formed as another rapturous storm came about. As the rain began to patter against her body, her dress becoming damp with it's moisture, she made her way back into the clammy and chilled castle.
She was honestly in her own little world. The feeling of being alone and left behind drove her past insanity. She danced with her eyes closed, just moving down the halls in skips, or twirls to feel her now heavily damp dress lazily rise from her movements. The light steps of her bare feet made barely a sound against the stone floor, and if she ever opened her eyes they'd be wide and child like. Fearful.
She wanted to forget she was alone, left behind.
She cleaned this place often, but being a wave of one in a large seemingly endless castle, it got hard, and she fell behind in the upkeep. Cobwebs here and there but nothing drastic at all.
She allowed her eyes to open now, because she had heard a small scuffling across the stone floor from feet upon feet away.
Just a rat, nothing more.
She sighed. She was alone. Left behind.
The music in her head was a symphony to her, Her dancing becoming more rhythmic and shaken, her heart racing. It filled her head and her dreams, her thoughts, her being as she danced to the song so powerful and awe inspiring.
Would she ever see another? Who knew, but for now she continued to grace the halls.
Her hair...she let it grow. Let it grow since the day everyone was gone. Four feet it was now, the tips curled about six inches in. She let it hang down, never cut it. The thick head of soft as silk hair acted like a cape as she moved. She had filled out, not so small now. Taller, too. Her dress had white flowing fabric added on, and it dated the years she was here. Each year, a half a foot long piece of fabric was added to cover her lower body, and now she looked like she were wearing a flower. Right below the knees it came, her soft light ivory skin being just as bright as it.
The bright green eyes peered down the hall way again for just a moment, then returned closed as she filled her head again of the music.
Oh the music...such a friend it was.
She was honestly in her own little world. The feeling of being alone and left behind drove her past insanity. She danced with her eyes closed, just moving down the halls in skips, or twirls to feel her now heavily damp dress lazily rise from her movements. The light steps of her bare feet made barely a sound against the stone floor, and if she ever opened her eyes they'd be wide and child like. Fearful.
She wanted to forget she was alone, left behind.
She cleaned this place often, but being a wave of one in a large seemingly endless castle, it got hard, and she fell behind in the upkeep. Cobwebs here and there but nothing drastic at all.
She allowed her eyes to open now, because she had heard a small scuffling across the stone floor from feet upon feet away.
Just a rat, nothing more.
She sighed. She was alone. Left behind.
The music in her head was a symphony to her, Her dancing becoming more rhythmic and shaken, her heart racing. It filled her head and her dreams, her thoughts, her being as she danced to the song so powerful and awe inspiring.
Would she ever see another? Who knew, but for now she continued to grace the halls.
Her hair...she let it grow. Let it grow since the day everyone was gone. Four feet it was now, the tips curled about six inches in. She let it hang down, never cut it. The thick head of soft as silk hair acted like a cape as she moved. She had filled out, not so small now. Taller, too. Her dress had white flowing fabric added on, and it dated the years she was here. Each year, a half a foot long piece of fabric was added to cover her lower body, and now she looked like she were wearing a flower. Right below the knees it came, her soft light ivory skin being just as bright as it.
The bright green eyes peered down the hall way again for just a moment, then returned closed as she filled her head again of the music.
Oh the music...such a friend it was.
