Mystica

Her bright violet eyes sleepily fluttered open, their gaze falling on the soaring treetops above. Between the thick blanket of branches and leaves, the moon’s rays creeped in, baking her in their pale, pure light. The girl smiled. It was time.

Sitting up from her bed of goldenrod, the girl blinked several times; accustoming back to reality. She wiped a speck from her eyes, shaking off the last traces of sleep. Easing herself out of bed, her silky white dress draped along the ground, causing each blade of grass to tingle and ring. She stepped forward knowingly into the woods around her, following the grassy path she had followed for years.  With each step she took deeper into the forest of moonlight, there was a musical ting. She smiled. The girl never tired of her daily passion; her reason for living. She waved a hand toward a nearby rose bush. Every flower flickered and hummed in harp-like symphony. She turned her gaze toward a row of lilacs. With another sweep of the hand, they swung and jingled in a bell like fashion. She giggled softly, even that forming a tiny melodic song. Within a few minutes she reached her favorite spot in the entire forest; her own little paradise among paradise.

She entered the smallish clearing in the forest, with a pool of clear, pure water in the center. A waterfall cascading from a stone hill above it; the moonlight reflecting off the water gave an aurora of pure beauty to the whole area. Flowers surrounded the clearing, which the girl peacefully made her way through. She came to the pool, its surface smooth and clear as polished glass, and simply let her mind wander. Minutes passed without a sound as she cleared her mind of any thought. Then, exhaling contently, the girl reached down and stroked the surface of the pool. The melodic chimes echoed throughout the clearing and out through the entire forest. Her silken white dress seemed to float off the ground as she felt utterly weightless. Her raven black hair waved majestically in an invisible wind of harmony. Closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, she stuck both arms directly out to her sides. Gathering her energy and concentrating, she gracefully began to spin on the tips of her toes. At first she began slowly, but soon picked up speed, though still as graceful as before. Then with a great leap, she flew into the air, waving her arms together calmly. Eyes still closed, she didn’t have to see what she was doing. She had been doing this for almost as long as she could remember. All around her, the flowers, the grass, the pool itself, hummed in unison. With each turn of her hands, the sound or tone changed. She touched back down to the ground, eyes shut but grinning in satisfaction. Then without warning, her eyes burst open and she sprinted around the clearing, arms wide out. The clearing’s chimes rose and fell with her movements, creating one of her favorite songs. It was her very first she had learned; the one her mother had taught her all those years ago. She pushed the thoughts from her mind however, as this required her full attention. She laughed joyfully as she jumped high into the air once more, this time nearly touching the tree top surface. She twirled on her way down, creating the chorus of the song in the process. Though she landed without an audible sound, the grass all around her bowed as if being pushed by a strong wind in a ripple effect. She had almost reached the end; her favorite part! She whispered the words her mother had taught her long before, in a language forgotten by all save for herself and the forest around her. At the sound of her words, the nature around her chimed and jingled into a single, great melody that would make the ears of anyone tingle, had anyone else been present. She uttered a single, final, word that she stretched out for about ten seconds. The pool created the most beautiful sounds of everything in the clearing, and it what was closed out the song. As the final sounds receded from her ears, the girl silently sat down. She smiled again; there was no way she could truly describe the way she felt during her music creation. It was as if the entire universe seemed to fade away, and all that could ever matter was the chords of of the songs.

Her favorite song always cleared up her deeper thoughts. She was having far too many of those lately. She had everything she could ever ask for in her home, and yet something still had been bothering her. Like a hole in her heart, one that she didn’t know how to fill or what to fill it with. Sighing, her smile faded. She absentmindedly twirled some grass, the sound bringing some ease to her mind. She had been doing this for nearly her entire life, hundreds of years at least. What was making it different now?

She glanced skyward, through the dense spider web of branches and toward the shower of moonlight. Was there something else, something out there that she was meant to find to fill this hole? Shaking her head, she lowered it back to the ground. There was no leaving her home, she wasn’t even sure if it was possible. She frowned. She had come here to get her mind off these thoughts, not to dwell on them. Shutting her eyes and exhaling in relief, she began to bend her fingers back and forth, beginning another song in the beautiful clearing. Her smile returned slowly as the melodies took hold of her heart. Nothing ever felt so right until she was in this mood. And if there was another way… she didn’t think about it. Not now. Maybe not ever.

She began her spin, the song picking up to chorus once more.