Souls - Chapter 6: The Woven Path
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saladloveWell, doesn't need to be said that I didn't reach my NaNoWriMo goal last month. As the school year came to a close, things only started to speed up, so I had to put this on the back burner, but now with summer afoot, it's back! There's not really a definitive schedule. The dream would have one up every day, or maybe at the very least one every other day. For now, I'm just gonna post chapters as I write them, so that means maybe a few a week, and that's fine with me, so expect more!
And so, please enjoy as the girl's story weaves before your eyes.
Chapter List: http://subliminalcircles.dreamwidth.org/1116.html
Two nights passed, and in some ways, the girl had forgotten completely about the blue case. At the very least, she tried forgetting it. She didn’t worry her afternoon with searching around the clearing, and she knew checking in the same place twice wouldn’t help. Coming to this logic, she hoped ignoring the whole fiasco would help her keep her sense in the strange circumstances.
Despite the oddity of it all, the odd nature of the world around her was one thing she had fully accepted. The strangeness all worked into her routine in some way. The trees would gift her fruit and other mementos, the stream would provide her water, and the canopy would serve as her escape of solitude, and to her, that’s all she needed, and at a point in time where she had no memories to go off of, it was all she wanted. At least that’s what she convinced herself.
The disappearance of the case she tried seeing as the removal of a mystery needing to be solved. Without clues, she figured there was no sense in worrying over something impossible to solve. That went for the scar on her arm as well. The behavior of the trees she also concluded was just apart of the physics of the world. All of that was fine, and that let her be content in enjoying it all. The water turned brighter. The forest turned greener. The sunset grew more and more stunning every time, but despite all of this, the only thing not answered away by the surrounding oddities was the smoke in the distance.
In a way, she tried suppressing her curiosity, because in reality, she just wanted to enjoy the water, the forest, and the sunsets. She dismissed the case and the scar as something of the past, but is not knowing what she really wanted? Maybe someone out there had answers. The smoke could have it all.
But that was all wishful thinking, she thought. She went back and forth on what she should do. Finally, she decided to consult her trustworthy friend.
She took her spot in the clearing. She lay down and stared into the familiar canopy once again, thought for a minute, and spoke.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
The trees swayed.
She continued: “I don’t really know what to do, frankly. I know I have everything I need, but something feels not right.” She laughed. “I think I’m just worrying myself too much. Everything’s been so weird, yet I really don’t know what is and is not weird considering this is really my first memorable taste of this world. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I just get the sense that…”
A light breeze drifted through, and as she spoke, she paused to take a deep breathe. The air washed away something burning in her chest. The leaves rustled in tranquility, and she felt calmer.
With a new head, she spared her ranting. She stared past the canopy as if she could see the blue sky beyond. “What should I do? I feel as if my past is a lot more complicated than it seems. Is it worth finding out?”
She hesitated in thought, the burning feeling returning in her chest. Her voice cracked when she began again: “...I’ve called out for someone for nights, but there’s never a response. Is there anything for me here just by staying? I’m so lost.”
The forest seemed to go by in slow motion. When the canopy didn’t reply, she got up and went to the creek. She waited for five minutes and returned again, and sure enough, something new waited for her in the center of the clearing. A thatch basket sat in the middle of the clearing, and as she approached it, it felt as if the parting canopy made a path of sunbeams for her to walk. She picked up the basket in amazement. The stitches felt smooth, and the mesh was sturdy, and it was in that moment that she knew what the forest wanted her to do.
She only ate half a fruit a day for two days. On the third day after obtaining her daily blessing, she had two whole fruits in her possession. Those nights, she watched the sunset hungry, but something told her that her discipline would be rewarded in the end.
Just one last night, she fell asleep to the wafting smoke, the beautiful setting sun, and the returning voices of angels. Their melody hummed inside her the following morning as she placed the two fruits in the basket along with a leafy twig from the tree she slept in. She picked up the heavy load with her left arm, and in her right arm, she cradled half a fruit as well. Looking around the clearing, she said goodbye to the trees that kept her safe and the fallen buds of the wilted branch sitting above the den she’d called home.
She took one last stroll through the familiar path to the creek. She peered into the water to see her prepared reflection, and with the creek to her left, she walked upstream in the direction of the smoke.
And so, please enjoy as the girl's story weaves before your eyes.
Chapter List: http://subliminalcircles.dreamwidth.org/1116.html
Two nights passed, and in some ways, the girl had forgotten completely about the blue case. At the very least, she tried forgetting it. She didn’t worry her afternoon with searching around the clearing, and she knew checking in the same place twice wouldn’t help. Coming to this logic, she hoped ignoring the whole fiasco would help her keep her sense in the strange circumstances.
Despite the oddity of it all, the odd nature of the world around her was one thing she had fully accepted. The strangeness all worked into her routine in some way. The trees would gift her fruit and other mementos, the stream would provide her water, and the canopy would serve as her escape of solitude, and to her, that’s all she needed, and at a point in time where she had no memories to go off of, it was all she wanted. At least that’s what she convinced herself.
The disappearance of the case she tried seeing as the removal of a mystery needing to be solved. Without clues, she figured there was no sense in worrying over something impossible to solve. That went for the scar on her arm as well. The behavior of the trees she also concluded was just apart of the physics of the world. All of that was fine, and that let her be content in enjoying it all. The water turned brighter. The forest turned greener. The sunset grew more and more stunning every time, but despite all of this, the only thing not answered away by the surrounding oddities was the smoke in the distance.
In a way, she tried suppressing her curiosity, because in reality, she just wanted to enjoy the water, the forest, and the sunsets. She dismissed the case and the scar as something of the past, but is not knowing what she really wanted? Maybe someone out there had answers. The smoke could have it all.
But that was all wishful thinking, she thought. She went back and forth on what she should do. Finally, she decided to consult her trustworthy friend.
She took her spot in the clearing. She lay down and stared into the familiar canopy once again, thought for a minute, and spoke.
“Beautiful morning, isn’t it?”
The trees swayed.
She continued: “I don’t really know what to do, frankly. I know I have everything I need, but something feels not right.” She laughed. “I think I’m just worrying myself too much. Everything’s been so weird, yet I really don’t know what is and is not weird considering this is really my first memorable taste of this world. No matter how much I try to ignore it, I just get the sense that…”
A light breeze drifted through, and as she spoke, she paused to take a deep breathe. The air washed away something burning in her chest. The leaves rustled in tranquility, and she felt calmer.
With a new head, she spared her ranting. She stared past the canopy as if she could see the blue sky beyond. “What should I do? I feel as if my past is a lot more complicated than it seems. Is it worth finding out?”
She hesitated in thought, the burning feeling returning in her chest. Her voice cracked when she began again: “...I’ve called out for someone for nights, but there’s never a response. Is there anything for me here just by staying? I’m so lost.”
The forest seemed to go by in slow motion. When the canopy didn’t reply, she got up and went to the creek. She waited for five minutes and returned again, and sure enough, something new waited for her in the center of the clearing. A thatch basket sat in the middle of the clearing, and as she approached it, it felt as if the parting canopy made a path of sunbeams for her to walk. She picked up the basket in amazement. The stitches felt smooth, and the mesh was sturdy, and it was in that moment that she knew what the forest wanted her to do.
She only ate half a fruit a day for two days. On the third day after obtaining her daily blessing, she had two whole fruits in her possession. Those nights, she watched the sunset hungry, but something told her that her discipline would be rewarded in the end.
Just one last night, she fell asleep to the wafting smoke, the beautiful setting sun, and the returning voices of angels. Their melody hummed inside her the following morning as she placed the two fruits in the basket along with a leafy twig from the tree she slept in. She picked up the heavy load with her left arm, and in her right arm, she cradled half a fruit as well. Looking around the clearing, she said goodbye to the trees that kept her safe and the fallen buds of the wilted branch sitting above the den she’d called home.
She took one last stroll through the familiar path to the creek. She peered into the water to see her prepared reflection, and with the creek to her left, she walked upstream in the direction of the smoke.
