[[Allison]] Becoming (part 1)
In her sleep she tossed and turned, tangling herself in the sheets and kicking the soft goose down duvet with it's shabby chic print to the floor. Pillows became victim of this silent war, laying strewn like corpses on the carpet by the bed. When she woke she would wonder at the carnage in her pretty yellow bedroom, the torn canopy curtain, but in those moments she was too caught up in dreams to notice. To lost in her own mind to care.
The cave she woke in was dark, the hard stone walls hued with ore that reflected the pale moons glow. The bower of poppies in golds and reds reluctantly let her go as she rose, petals clinging to her bare arms. Stepping lightly to the entrance as she had many nights before she peered out over the star lined sky, watching the waves lap gently at the shore below to create a pretty lace hem for the beach. There in the distance, a bare speck on the horizon, was the light she searched for, shining more brightly than any of the golden orbs in the sky. But how to reach it from so far away and no ship to speak of. For nights she had wondered this, looking for some ladder or step to lead her down from her little mountain cave and to the shore. She was sure there was a boat on shore.
There was a sound there, the faint but steady tink of metal hitting metal,that had not been there before. "Hello." she called toward it..."Is somebody out there? Can you please help me? I'm trapped here." The sound paused for a second, then continued. Emboldened by this new development she looked not out, but straight down, vertigo rushing to embrace her at the sheer drop. With stumbling steps backward she turned and found her vision blurred refocusing on the shower of a sparks from a Blacksmith's hammer meeting a glowing red metal rod.
"Where am I? Am I dreaming?" Her inquiry fell on seemingly deaf ears as the smith ignored her, striking again. Soon a hammered disc fell at her feet, as shiney and pretty as any copper penny. Looking about she saw them all in neat little stacks, Gleaming copper discs stacked in tidy rows waiting to be counted, saved and spent but none getting her close to the light in the distance
The cave she woke in was dark, the hard stone walls hued with ore that reflected the pale moons glow. The bower of poppies in golds and reds reluctantly let her go as she rose, petals clinging to her bare arms. Stepping lightly to the entrance as she had many nights before she peered out over the star lined sky, watching the waves lap gently at the shore below to create a pretty lace hem for the beach. There in the distance, a bare speck on the horizon, was the light she searched for, shining more brightly than any of the golden orbs in the sky. But how to reach it from so far away and no ship to speak of. For nights she had wondered this, looking for some ladder or step to lead her down from her little mountain cave and to the shore. She was sure there was a boat on shore.
There was a sound there, the faint but steady tink of metal hitting metal,that had not been there before. "Hello." she called toward it..."Is somebody out there? Can you please help me? I'm trapped here." The sound paused for a second, then continued. Emboldened by this new development she looked not out, but straight down, vertigo rushing to embrace her at the sheer drop. With stumbling steps backward she turned and found her vision blurred refocusing on the shower of a sparks from a Blacksmith's hammer meeting a glowing red metal rod.
"Where am I? Am I dreaming?" Her inquiry fell on seemingly deaf ears as the smith ignored her, striking again. Soon a hammered disc fell at her feet, as shiney and pretty as any copper penny. Looking about she saw them all in neat little stacks, Gleaming copper discs stacked in tidy rows waiting to be counted, saved and spent but none getting her close to the light in the distance