FrozenA Chapter by Rose of Gondor Where was I? Why had I come here? Who was I? Shadows flickered upon the crystalline walls of the cave, droplets of water sliding off the crystal. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. The sound was so loud and near, and yet it seemed to come from miles and miles away. My skull was numb. I couldn’t think. I searched and searched and wracked my brain for anything that could help me recover my identity. And yet nothing came. My eyes were barely open, and I couldn’t feel my body. I must have turned into marble, I thought, or a statue. It was so blazing cold it was like I was on fire. Mist curled from the olive-colored lake, tickling at the stiff, rigid toes of my bare feet. A boy was looking down at me with concern. His mauve eyes were so stunningly like mine own, the resemblance frightened me. He held my gaze for a moment, bending over me. And then he looked away, and began chanting words that were strange and yet familiar to me. “Redi huic saeculo Morgana. Umbra amplius immorari in profundum. Oblivisci non ames. Redi,” He whispered gently, his palm passing over my forehead, “Redi. Redi.” Slowly, I was recalling. Images began to swirl into my mind, mixed with strange, foreign words. In a haze, I was vaguely aware that I shouldn’t be able comprehend them, and yet I did, and the strange words spoke to me, arranging and rearranging themselves in words, or rather, a single word. Morgana.... Morgana. It was my name. Morgana. And then all thoughts snapped out of my brain as my eyelids finally dropped, too exhausted to stay conscious. © 2012 Rose of GondorAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on January 21, 2012 Last Updated on January 21, 2012 AuthorRose of GondorNCC-1701 U.S.S. Enterprise, AntarcticaAboutPreviously known as Phantom Rose. Hi guys! I figured I should change my profile now that it's been a bit. Anyway. I'm an Asian girl with a lot of interests in various forms of art performing, v.. more..Writing
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