I know that I'm rather late with this prompt . So here goes the story for prompt # 14 .


The full moon cast a glare over the grave site . It illuminated the stone angels , perched atop the headstones carved from concrete and granite .

The group of free-spirited creatures frolicked amongst the tombstones . They were the most ethereal beings you could imagine . It was surprising that these sylph-like creatures generated such a powerful magnetic pull . Like other-worldly wisps , they fluttered their hands to reveal pale , translucent skin . It shone from beneath layers of shimmering fabric which swished and flowed , this way and that , cascading over as they moved , light-footed and fragile . They were restless and yet calming , as their sylph-like lightness seemed to defy the laws of gravity .

The scene was not new . He had witnessed it before . The most frightening thing about it , was the feeling of being drawn towards this scenario . It had a force that he found increasingly difficult to resist .

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Then he heard it . A new sound . Soft strains of music floated above the laughter . The laughter was familiar . It possessed that eery sense of knowing . The music was also familiar . The soothing melody seemed to infiltrate his resistance like an unwanted intruder . He identified the strains of a Gregorian chant . His eyes closed as if of their own accord and he welcomed the addictive voices which soothed and calmed him . It was a hypnotic experience – a balm , pouring itself over his body and soul , encompassing his entire being in its warm , molten , liquid sensation .

He succumbed to the irresistible force … imagined himself a lightweight , floating … felt delicate arms carry him … bear him away … up , up and beyond … the wind rushing by in his ears the knowing laughter always present , just above the wind …

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Everything was still . It was a gradual process … he could feel the difference … became aware of a presence . He wondered where he was . A other-worldly realm ?

 He opened his eyes … wary and reluctant … looked around in a daze … no words escaped .

She sat before him , perched on top of her throne , a Goddess , ruler of her Kingdom . Surrounded by a cloud-like haze , her appearance was striking , a silken sash drawn tightly around her form , displaying a figure of grace and elegance . A distinct aura of power surrounded her .

“At last , we have found you ,” a hypnotic voice washed over his confused senses . “Today is a day of great rejoicing . We have waited a long time for this moment .”

He blinked . The blurry effect refused to clear . He wondered if he was dreaming ?

“Where am I ?”

“You are where you should be . It is your rightful place , your destiny . And you are very much alive , this is not a dream , I can assure you …” the tone of certainty accompanied a knowing gleam in her eyes . “From the day you were born , this is the moment that you have been living for .”

The words rang out with an undeniable sincerity .

“Your life as you know it , is not the reality of who or what you are ,” she barely gave him time to digest what she was saying .

He somehow knew that demanding more information was a futile exercise . All would be revealed to him in due course of time .

“Do you recognise this object ?” The abrupt change in topic indicated that the previous subject was closed , for the moment at least . In her hand was a beautiful antique filigree ring . It was styled in an intricate , plaited geometric design and it was obvious that this piece was valuable and one-of-its-kind .    

Recognition pierced his hazy demeanour .He had seen the ring before ! It was part of a jewellery collection that belonged to his family .

This admission jolted him out of his daze .

“How did you manage to get that ?” He was wide awake now .“Who are you ? What do you want with me ?”

“That is not important . What is important for now , is that we’ve found you . We have made the connection . You have confirmed knowledge of the ring . It is the sign that we have been waiting for .This is the object that led us to you . “

It was obvious that his thoughts or opinions were unimportant . As it was , he could barely get a word in .

“That is an extremely rare and valueable piece of jewellery that belongs to my family .” He felt his temper rise .

“ We have been searching for this ring for hundreds of years . It proves that you are the one who we have to protect . We have to look after you , make sure that you are kept safe . You are the one who will deliver my people . When the time is right , all will be revealed . But until then , you will return to your everyday existence .”

Somehow , he doubted that he would be able to resume a normal  ‘everyday existence’ . It would never be the same .What was ‘normal’ anyway ? If what she said was true , then he had been living a lie for all of his life !

The thought was unsettling . If he , renowned photographer , husband , father of two , were not who he thought he was , then who was he ? How could he return to a “normal everyday existence’ , when the core of his being , his identity , had just been compromised ?

"You must understand that it is out of your hands ," she continued ,"there is nothing you can do or say that will change what IS . You cannot fight it either . You cannot fight what you are . You are faced with a situation that is powerful and older than you can imagine .You must accept it , for your own good and the good of my people ."

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He couldn’t believe it ! What was happening to him ? A vein throbbed in his temple reminding him that he was very much alive ; not only alive but also helpless . For the first time in his life , he felt trapped , as tentacles of fear curled around his heart and closed in on him . The suffocating sensation seemed  to squeeze the very life out of him and he felt a sense of impending doom .



  1. Trisha on April 13, 2011 at 2:33 am

    This is fascinating, but it feels like only the beginning! Are you planning to continue it? 🙂

    • mish on April 13, 2011 at 3:16 pm

      Thanks Trisha ~~ you’re so right , it does feel like the beginning . I will work on continuing the piece … (time permitting ? *grimace*) Thanks for swinging by and commenting on my story . 🙂

      • Trisha on April 15, 2011 at 6:54 am

        Yeah, I know how you feel – I've got a fair few stories written for Chrysalis that I could easily continue/expand on. hehe

        • mish on April 15, 2011 at 9:03 am

          I am definitely enjoying the challenge , that’s for sure … even though I’m slightly behind … 🙂

  2. Jes on April 16, 2011 at 5:16 am

    Fantastic hook, and yes; more! More!
    I'm behind on my stuff too. No worries!

    • mish on April 16, 2011 at 11:57 am

      Thanks Jes ~~ fantastic hook ? Okay … so maybe there is hope for the story … will try to play catch-up …

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