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[Alonwynn]

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She ventured toward ger home late one eve when the moon was fully risen and the air was crisp and cool. Alonwynn shivered as she journeyed home. Her feet had traveled this path many a time. Her mind began to wander, to the events that day, to her friends and finally to her past. A subject she tried to put from her mind. As she was still trying to piece it all together what had happened.
Then she began to feel a twinge of guilt...
Could this have been avoided? Was there something more that I could have done? She felt as if this was all her fault.
Then she thought again. If not for me this never would have happened. Alon pondered this as her feet pounded the familiar path. Despite the crunching of the iced over grass beneath her feet, Alonwynn felt quite warm as her mind unraveled, bringing her flashes of events of more recent happenings.
Merci, she thought, I am so sorry. She could feel the tears burning the corners of her eyes. This memory haunted her perhaps most of all. There must have been another way. She lost herself in her mind, trying desperately trying to sense of the whole disaterous event. Alon began to think further, Why me? Why was it that the poor cursed woman ran into me, a seemingly half cursed being herself? And what’s worse, the pendant to be made if the very stone of which THEY need to accomplish their goals. That matters not now, what’s done is, she shuddered, is done. Alon hoped that poor Merci’s soul was at rest even though her body was walking plainly. She heard her sister whisper of this one night, while she was sleeping. Cissy would say such horrible things while she slept. But Alon prayed, to whom she was unsure, but she prayed just the same that Merci’s rise from the grave be nothing more than a rumor. She remembered the torment Merci was constantly battling. Her family murdered and she was left with but a pendant.
Alon laughed. “And a cursed Pendant at that,” she screamed. Merci was a tortured soul from the start. Cursed from being a sole survivor of a massacre.
“A sole survivor...I cannot imag...” Alon began to say aloud. She stopped her heart racing pace toward her home at once. “But that’s what I am now, a sole survivor of my family”.
No, she refused to give up on her sister for there is still hope. For if hope is lost then why go on? What was there to look for.
Several minutes went by before Alon even realized that she had stopped. Her teeth chattered and she shivered once more as the cold has set in. Her breath was plainly seen in the night. She looked skyward and noticed that the moon was not to be seen. She began to think once more. Her mind went straight to her sister. She absent mindedly rubbed her arms and began to feel as if they contained lightening beneath her skin. She has told no one of the constantness of this sensation. She even tried to stop drawing attention to them by discontinuing the constant rubbing she used to do. The pain isn’t that bad, she told herself. She did this for fear of what her friends would do to Cissa if they found out of this damage. There was a permanent conditions due to the prolonged exposure to Cissa. So once again she remains silent.
At last her house was in sight. She had decorated these walls to fit her out look on life. Full of light, pleasant to look at and filled with love. How she ached to crash them down. The countless betrayals they have witnessed! If only I could bring them down and release the secrets and truths they hold within into this night air. She felt almost an ache in her fingers to do so that very moment. But then decided it was still the sensation that coursed through her arms.
She leaned against her entry wall as she arrived. Once her back made contact, she sank down to the floor and thought, There still may be help for her. 'Tis never too late. After several moments, she stood up still rubbing her arms as she rose and reached for the door. The door was opened as if it was never closed. Alon’s heart stopped as she thought, I know I closed that before setting off today. She turned to see a rabbit scurrying across her feet. She has always had a special connection with animals. The rabbit still focused on her face as if receiving her fear and asking how to help.
“Please send word to him, for I know not if I am safe,” she told the rabbit, and with that it scampered across the land. She knew the rabbit would deliver the message. She only hoped it would be in time.
Taking a deep breath she pushed the door open wider and went inside. The lanterns had all been put out and the only light was an eerie glow coming from her bedroom. She felt frozen, as if she had been doused with icy water. She still advanced toward the suspicious glow, curious as to its source. She went upstairs her panting was coming out like puffs of smoke due to the frigid temperature. She entered her room and stopped abruptly. Her pulse was racing and her heart was beating so hard against her bosom she could not capture a proper breath. Alon walked but a bit further in her room. It was just as the downstairs had been , extinguished of all light save for the unearthly glow. A dark hooded figure stood before her, gazing into the mounted mirror.
“Who...who are you,” Alonwynn begged.
“Has it been so long you do not recognize your own sister?” The being replied. Narcissa pivoted on the spot and dropped her hood back, causing Alonwynn to shriek in terror.
“Stay away, creature of the dark,” she screamed once she was able to form the words.
“And what way is that to greet your older sister who cared for you all these years, you ungrateful Nit?” She grinned as she said this. Alonwynn saw nothing at first that resembled the Narcissa she knew of. This creature before her had pasty white skin. She like a grim reaper with the black robe. Alonwynn began to think that in no way shape and certainly not form that this impersonating elf was her older sister. Alon continued to examine the being in front of her. It was then she noticed the hair, twas color of blood.
Alonwynn cried, “Cissy what have you done?”
Smiling Narcissa advanced on her sister, her robes swaying with her every move. “We shall save the explanation for later” Narcissa narrowed her eyes, “you have something I want and I will stop at nothing until it is mine”.
“Wha...what more can you or your people take from me?” sobbed Alonwynn
“Certainly nothing material.” With that she crossed the remaining distance between her and Alonwynn, ungloved her hand, and reached out for her sisters arm.
“NO!” Alon said as she dodged her sister.
“Hm, nice trick, but not good enough”. In a flash alonwynn saw a swirl of orange and yellow. She could not move as was no longer agile as she had been. She was unable to avoid Cissa’s touch. Her sister grabbed a hold and the sound of screaming once more echoed through the halls. Alonwynn the tingling though out her arms once more, only much more intense than the mere memory brought. The orange swirls had long stopped but it was far too late.
Alonwynn’s vision had slipped in and out she could no longer make out definate lines of the objects that surrounded herself. Darkness began to overtake her as Narcissa broke contact.
She grinned like a crazy loon and yelled, “Yes! It’s mine; good thing too. Although you have gotten stronger you are still weak Child! But alas that matters not for it’s all mine now”. Narcissa slammed the door leaving her sister to twitch in the dark and coldness. Her maniacal laughter resonated through the walls.
Alonwynn was slipping into unconsciousness as she still heard the Mad laughing in her head. All of a sudden she heard a kind and familiar voice just below.
“Alonwynn, Dearest, where are you?” At the sound of her voice, she knew was safe, and she closed her tear filled eyes, causing the tears to fall down her cheeks. Unable to speak or even move as she was still writhing from pain, thinking of the newest act of cruelty her sister performed on her. She knew it was not the pain her sister inflicted. No, Alonwynn knew this was more than the pain. For she knew, even in her slumbered state, that her mothers gift of magic was gone and would never return.