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(I got a lot of writing done today for both school and myself and for this series I've been working on for a while now. I'm really proud of myself, and I'm really happy where this section of the story is going. Eventually I am going to have to sit down with it and edit it completely so the transitions aren't so harsh.)
[Seaside Town Continued]
She sat on the shore, staring out at the wide sea. It had once been suggested that the sea be used as a cemetery. Surely the bodies would wash away, but you would not have to worry about running out of room. However when she was born the idea was thrown out the window. When a girl born with the eyes of the sea was born it was rather quickly determined whatever new rules were being considered were false and immediately tabled. However this usually made girls such as herself unwelcome members of society. Who would want to deal with a girl who had caused them to use up more of their valuable land for the dead? They needed that land for farming. She never understood why they based such important decisions on the birth of one child. How could the birth of one simple child be considered more important than the good of an entire people?
She often suspected it was better not to worry about these problems. No one bothered her, no one expected her to do anything. She figured that if no one bothered her, than she should not bother anyone. They may get the wrong idea about her. They may begin to hate her more than they already did. She closed her blue eyes, feeling the salty tears build up behind the lids. No good could come of a girl like her. She was freer than anyone in the village.
She was more of a prisoner than any of them would ever be.
The lonely girl opened her mouth, singing a song only sirens knew in their dreams. Her voice rivaling their beauty rivaled every beauty in the world.
"Girl's of the sea should be drowned at birth." a deep voice interrupted without any fear. "You girls with your ugly blue eyes ruin everything for this village; you ruin everything for everyone, including people like me." The girl did not answer her intruder, but she did glance up at the speaker with a dazed look in her eyes. It was a man? The person standing off to her left side looked enough like a boy that she supposed she ought to call him one. Tall, lithe, with a brilliant shade of platinum hair that would make most girls weep...she had never seen him before. She felt sort of ugly sitting there beside his beauty. She bit her lip gently. And he did not seem to like her at all. There was a hatred that dripped from his voice that she simply could not bare, and so she scooted a couple of inches away from him.
"If you think backing off and giving me room is going to gain you any sort of forgiveness you are sorely mistaken." The 'boy' spoke and only stepped closer to her and sat next to her. He wrapped his hand around her shoulders and forcefully pulled her into him. His actions, though harsh, still seemed to counteract his words. One spoke of pure displeasure, and yet he held her here without any concern for his words. She would have spoken up but concerned he would realize what he had done she remained silent. However the boy had intentionally wrapped his arm around her, secretly he understood the life this girl had lived. He could not be too kind though, not under these conditions.
"You have never considered running away have you?" he asked after what seemed to be hours to the girl. She looked up at him, stunned by the iciness of his tone. She could not figure why he was being so cold, so cruel. "Well?" he asked more commandingly when it appeared she had no intention of answering.
"I could never..." she whispered as the tide began washing in, touching the tips of her toes and the tips of his strangely designed boots. They appeared at first to be leather, the medium of choice for footwear of that village, but something about the look of them was wrong. She could have sworn they looked less confining then normal shoes. She reached to touch them, entranced by their oddness, but was held in position by the boy.
"Never?" he spoke calmly. She shook her head, wondering if he would get angry again about something else.
"Sing." he commanded, without another comment about her unwillingness to run. The girl, understandably startled, pulled away from him, as the waves crashed with their own rage.
"I am not going to take orders from some jerk who cannot even introduce himself properly, who cannot even act with any sort of remote decency." she snapped at him, crossing her arms in front of her.
"Would you gain anything from learning my name, would you gain anything from my kindness towards you? Tell me, my dear girl with those eyes that rise and fall with the ocean tide, can you gain anything at all?" She paused with confusion. "And before asking for a name you should give your own. I figured you did not wish to share, and neither did I. However, if it makes you feel better call me Irel." Of course the girl did not know how to react to this gesture, one that seemed neither angry nor caring. He did not ask for her name directly, and yet he had made that comment that almost indirectly demanded she return the favor.
"Echo..." she spoke quietly.
"Are you telling me your name or what you are?" Irel tilted his head, with a sly expression on his face he reached out and grabbed her ankle. With one swift pull he yanked her leg out from underneath her and caused her to fall. She screeched at him, and unthinkingly slapped him across the cheek. When her hand made contact with him she stared in complete amazement. She had not noticed it whenever he touched her, it was always with such force so she could not have, but he was quite soft to the touch. There was something deeply disconcerting about the softness to his skin. "You see, Irel is my name, the one I gave to myself. You can tell it is not a description, unlike your name because all you ever do with yourself is echo the words of others. Their hatred becomes yours. You are as unfeeling as that water, and as unique....molding to whatever form they tell you to be." His voice was callous, and with her hand still on his cheek she only felt more confused. How could someone so undeniably beautiful and gentle to the touch be so hateful and unfeeling?
"Echo is my name." she spoke quietly
"A very uninteresting name. It is what they name dolphins, and all other girls like you. Echo. You are all just echoes of each others sorrow. Perhaps sorrow would be a better name to suit you, though it would be no more unique than Echo." He smirked and dragged her back over to him by her ankle. "I will not call you that name." She did not say anything, she did not argue. She found a spot on his shoulder that did not hurt to lie upon and tried to adjust to her prison. She found that his shoulder was just as soft as his cheek. A feather pillow was no match for this boy's skin. She tried to focus and remember what he reminded her of, but how could she? She wondered what he would call her by instead, the though scared her and so she swiftly dropped it.
"Teribya....Wafflo..." he mused various names for her in a sing song tone, noticing how unconcerned she seemed now.
"How about Gwen...it should not be too much of a stretch into uniqueness for you. It's a shortened form of the name that means 'white wave'. So it suits and it should not upset you to much. No one else will call you it, and when I tire of it, neither shall I."
"My name is Tamara..." she finally muttered.”It is the name I gave myself as well." Irel smirked; he had known her name from the very beginning. He had been watching the girl for such a very long time now, how could he not?
"I can always spot a girl when she's lying. Tamara is a lovely name and I shall call you by that one instead."
 Evelie Harte · Sat May 08, 2010 @ 11:55pm · 0 Comments |
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