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- Cherry/Maple Wand 13 1/4" Essence of a Dragon's Heartstring; 10 1/2" 4wood mix - unicorn hair core
Each step on her journey is linked... this is the beginning
Setting the Scene: The girl moves onwards, in one more day the full moon will shine and even now she can feel the changes beginning. Her blood races, boils and yearns for what she will deny it, the potion drowning the beast. Trying to submerge what cannot be contained. The creature will find a way out, the demon has begun already to make itself known. The girl who laughed, who cried who loved her friends and stood by them unconditionally has pushed all of them away. Each time she hurt one of them, it was reflected back on herself until the mirror cracked. How can there be beauty outside when there is none within? Each fragment of the girl splintered like broken glass, too damaged to repair. There had been a boy but he is now long gone, a glimpse at love had been shown to her like a flash card before it was quickly snatched away. Who to trust? No-one. Who to care for? No-one. There was only herself left and empty vessels do not matter...
The sounds of her friends laughing and teasing, calling to her as if nothing had happened between them. Nothing at all. Andromeda wanted to turn to hear the joke, to see their laughing faces but the howling would not stop. So instead she continued to follow it, the song lulling her into a false sense of security but it sounded so nice. So utterly beautiful in its ferociousness.
"Andy" she heard her name and for the briefest of moments she halted her foot on the ground. This voice she had heard before, it made her calm. Kept her from falling apart but when she recognised the voice as Crispin's her hands blocked her ears. It did not matter that the voice was merely in her head, she could not let him near the beast she truly was. He knew of course from reading her journal but he did not know what she was capable of, had not seen the destruction she could command. So she ran, pale limbs racing downwards always downwards.
Her Sleep Walking Continues...
Setting the Scene: The girl moves onwards, in one more day the full moon will shine and even now she can feel the changes beginning. Her blood races, boils and yearns for what she will deny it, the potion drowning the beast. Trying to submerge what cannot be contained. The creature will find a way out, the demon has begun already to make itself known. The girl who laughed, who cried who loved her friends and stood by them unconditionally has pushed all of them away. Each time she hurt one of them, it was reflected back on herself until the mirror cracked. How can there be beauty outside when there is none within? Each fragment of the girl splintered like broken glass, too damaged to repair. There had been a boy but he is now long gone, a glimpse at love had been shown to her like a flash card before it was quickly snatched away. Who to trust? No-one. Who to care for? No-one. There was only herself left and empty vessels do not matter...
The sounds of her friends laughing and teasing, calling to her as if nothing had happened between them. Nothing at all. Andromeda wanted to turn to hear the joke, to see their laughing faces but the howling would not stop. So instead she continued to follow it, the song lulling her into a false sense of security but it sounded so nice. So utterly beautiful in its ferociousness.
"Andy" she heard her name and for the briefest of moments she halted her foot on the ground. This voice she had heard before, it made her calm. Kept her from falling apart but when she recognised the voice as Crispin's her hands blocked her ears. It did not matter that the voice was merely in her head, she could not let him near the beast she truly was. He knew of course from reading her journal but he did not know what she was capable of, had not seen the destruction she could command. So she ran, pale limbs racing downwards always downwards.
Her Sleep Walking Continues...