I Know A Secret

A writing exercise.

I know a secret.
No humans have ever heard of it, until I by accident discovered it.
I almost wish I did not know, that it to me still would be the same sacred enigma as it is to the rest of my kind.
I know now that they are true, they really do exist.
I always thought them to be fairytales. Those my mother used to read aloud to me in my childhood. Those my father pretended he did not like, but always later admitted he did.
I am worried. What will happen to me, if they find out that I know about them.
If they discover what I know.

I never intended to walk that way home through the forest, it just happened. I do not remember how I came to that place, I just lost my way and then… suddenly I was there. It surely was none of my plans to loose my way as I did, though I usually like such adventures to happen. 
I was kind of in a hurry, as I was to go and visit my old grandmother, perhaps the last visit I ever was to pay her, as she is dying.
I moved carefully through the forest, concentrating on almost every step I made. It was early morning and the sun had not yet lightened up the whole forest, so I could hardly see where I was, or what lied on the ground where I next was to place my feet. The mist lied here and there and enveloped it all with a mystic aura.
It was then that I saw them.

I cannot say what it was I saw, it was too confusing to me, as I never had experienced anything like it before.
The only thing I know is that something did happen and that it was real.
I wish I could say it only had been my imagination, that they in the blink of an eye had disappeared. Then the explanation would had been clear and I could go see a doctor, for some serious help. But they kept being there, no matter how many times I blinked my eyes, no matter how many times I closed them, expecting nothing to be there once they again were open.
I stood paralysed, when I for sure came to realize that it not was my imagination.
They really were there.
The fear crept into my body and though it was a mild morning, then I began freezing.
One of them turned their head, to look directly at me. I could do nothing, but to just stare back, into its eyes.
I heard voices in my head. Evil laughter, malicious words I did not understand.
In that moment I knew that I looked into the eyes of pure evil.
These creatures, or whatever they were, stopped working when they discovered me – They had been cutting small pieces of bark into dust and flied it down in a hole.
I don’t remember what happened next, only that I suddenly lied on the ground with them lying upon me, hitting me with their small, but very sharp, axes.
I just lied there, crying for help, begging like a mother who sees her only child being executed.
The pain, oh, the pain was unbearable. I feared I was going to die, as the blood poured from all over my body.
It was then that something else happened, something that put me in this position that I now am in.
A bright light shone from somewhere high above.
I thought that this was it, now was the time for me to die, to see if all those death experiences had anything of truth in them.
The light kept moving closer and the evil creatures stopped cutting me. Instead they tried to flee, but they were all caught by a big, white hand.
I looked at the beautiful creature that had come to help me.

She was an angel.

She even had those big, white wings on her back and a white circle of light above her head, though it did not look like a glory as we are used to see them, in Christmas fairytale pictures.
She spoke with a loud voice that at the same time was very quiet. It was like telepathy and yet I could hear every word she said, as if she had spoken them with her mouth.
The creatures that before had been the strongest, trying to kill me, now lay sleeping on the ground.
The angel turned to me.
“I have made them forget everything about you. Now, you must forget everything about them.”
I shook my head and when she closed her eyes, to concentrate on her magic, I stood up and pushed her very hard: I was amazed that she actually was physical. When thinking back, it would have been more logical if she had been of energy.
I ran away to hide from her. Her eyes shone of anger, I could see them from where I sat and I am sure that she knew where I was, but apparently she decided to punish me by letting me get my will and remember.
I thought forgetting would be a punishment, but it would have been a true blessing compared with this.
I am so scared. I have no idea what will happen next.
I can only hide, stay away from the forest and be aware of my thoughts - not to pray - as the angels then may remember me and come to punish me even more for being disrespectful to them.
I fear even telling you anymore of what happened, as someone not supposed to find out about this, might read it.
I know I am to hide for the rest of my life, but I wish not to forget.
I wish not to forget, though forgetting would be the only relief.

 

© 2008 Maria Retz

Author's Note

Please let me know if you find errors in the text. I am trying to learn English as fluently as possible. Thank you.

Reviews

[Gandré]

I found the story interesting. The reviewer under me is not a writer (no work posted), such people love to place bad reviews... for they are perhaps not able to write at all. I don't need this, I blocked that writer right away. When he says "not much of a story" then he has to offer improvement, here the reviewer fails.

I like how you are able to speak about your childhood, I cannot. I don't remember.. Perhaps i will later.

[Psy]

Not much of a story I must say.