Chapter 1 Burning Tears


Burning Tears

The salt tears of misery burned their way down the supple skin, leaving their hot acidic stain on the soft cheeks. She did not know how she had come to be there, but she was alone with only the rain which poured down onto her soaked little body. The ditch was flooded and rain rippled on the murky surface as the dark water cascaded down from the heavens while the sharp and painful tears poured from her heart. Sharp thorns from the hedgerow scratched her hands and face as she gripped the brambles to keep her place on the bank but at least she was sheltered from the wind cutting its way through the night. Abandoned and cold, she curled up in the saturated earth and grabbed the roots to stop herself from falling into the ditch. Her white dress was stained to a brown colour of the mud and blood.  The howling wind engulfed her wails and the rain mixed with the tears on her intense little face.

Someone watched her from the darkness of the night. The stranger was pale and shadowed by the storm. A man in black walked along the flooded dirt track and clicked his heels on the protruding rocks. He wore a cloak that drifted after him and shrouded his shoulders. His black hair was unmoved by the pulsing wind but as he knelt down next to the little girl it was blown over his shoulders: It was pitch black and blended into the night. An equally dark suit laid ridge beneath the cloak but his white shirt peeped out of the body engulfed in darkness, which reduce the strict order of the black.

The girl looked up at him with scolded eyes that shone like fire. She curled into a tighter ball of fear but the man hushed her cries with a soothing rush of air through his cold lips.

“Are you going to come out of there?” he asked softly, extending an open hand to her. She watched him with curiosity then with the trust of a child reached out to him. As she did so she lost her grip and slid into the muddy moat surrounding her. She desperately clung to the man’s arm as he hoisted her out of the cold water. She stood before him and regarded him with interest. Frost was forming on his cloak and his touch had been very cold. His eyes were dark: Cool dark circles like delicate stones that showed no insight to his feelings but were very beautiful.

“I went to find the doctor,” said the child gazing up into his eyes.

“I know,” he replied.

“But I got lost,” her voice sounded young and sweetly innocent but each word was perfectly pronounced for a child her age.

“It’s alright, Lilly. It’s alright.” He picked her up in his strong arms and walked slowly up the dirt track. Lilly held on to him with remarkable strength and hid her head in his chest. The man slowed his pace and loosened his hold on her very slightly.

“Can we go home now,” Lilly looked at the man’s face which had turned paler but not enough to make him look ill.

“Yes.” Lilly looked up to the hidden stars. She was soaking wet but the cool rain soothed her sorrow. The stained red face was washed clean of all tears and revealed the fresh skin beneath. The man’s body felt suddenly colder. The freezing heat that emanated from him burned at a glacial temperature then passed to Lilly. The rain hit her skin and froze in small beads of ice and frost. She became very cold and her breath blew out in puffs of white vapour. She inhaled deeply and felt the gentle pattering of the fierce shower purify the painted face of anger to an innocent white flower that bloomed in the fresh rain.

The man let Lilly slide to the ground where she stood letting the rain cleanse her wounded heart. She was no longer cold and the wind only blew her hair back to catch more dripping tranquillity to ease her mind and free her emotions. Before the storm had been frightening and cold and wet, but its transformation turned it to a cascade of serenity. The man stood back to watch her as she bathed in the cool rain and froze mildly in the water. He watched her with an unusual eye. He grinned beneath his cool appearance. It was almost gruesome and threatening but he remained where he stood watching the child spin under the downpour.

Suddenly the man shook and shuddered. He became a blur as his body spasmed and jerked violently. He convulsed and morphed painfully into two beings. One was thin and weak: it sprawled on the floor like a worm or snake. The second was as the first man - normal enough. The worm wriggled away from the scene and evaporated into the storm.

Lilly turned around and looked at the man, unaware of the change that had taken place behind her back. In a sweet and soft voice she asked him a simple question.

“Who are you?” The man’s face changed from horror and shock to a smile: an innocent smile of true kindness. He knelt in front of her and held her hand. He pushed the frozen hair out of her face and put it behind her ear. Lilly looked deep into his lifeless eyes: They were empty stones of darkness; full of pity and mercy for this lonely child.

“Remember this, Lilly. Snow, ice and frost will forever be yours,” he tapped her nose softly which made her giggle and dry her swollen eyes. The fire behind those eyes had been put out but the ashes and smoke remained to be lit on another occasion.

“What’s your name?” Lilly asked. The man stood up and backed away. Lilly watched him in sadness as he walked back into the shadows he had come from. His words stayed with her and echoed through her child’s open mind. Lilly stood alone again on the empty country road but she didn’t feel lonely or afraid. She spun round and a shower of crystal droplets and ice flakes cascaded off her, spiralling into the storm.

Someone else ran onto the scene. It was another man but he was wearing a brown jacket and shirt, both were soaked in the rain. He was shouting and calling for Lilly and there were other people with lanterns running behind him. He saw the child and ran towards her, picked her up in his arms and locked her in his warm embrace. A damp blanket was wrapped round her as she held on tight to the man who carried her away through the group with lanterns.

“Oh, Lilly! Where did you go! Your mother had enough trouble without you running off like that! Why did you go?” He chided her in a mild, caring voice as his relief was much greater than his anger. Lilly was expressionless as she was dazed and soaked.

“Someone told me to go and get the doctor,” Lilly whispered into the man’s ear. Her mother was in labour with her second child and the doctor was late. Lilly had gone to find him but had gotten lost in the storm.

“Who told you to go?” the man asked stroking Lilly’s hair and glaring at the group wondering who it had been. But Lilly didn’t answer, she just stared vacantly at the rain and the night.

At the age of six, Lilly gained a sister and also an obstacle in life. Since the baby was born her entire life was changed. She had to move into a bigger room, no one played with her any more and she was ignored whenever the baby wanted something. Lilly began to hate the baby. She no longer existed in her parent’s life so she just grew up by herself. She just accepted that her parents had a new child to love and that Lilly was unimportant. If the baby cried her mother would pick her up and cuddle her close. If Lilly cried they just shook a toy in front of her. When the baby cried at night her mother would be up and ready to comfort and chase away bad dreams: Where as Lilly would be left to cry alone in her big room. The baby was a charming little angel who everyone loved, except Lilly. She didn’t want to be the extra child, the mistake and the unwanted body in the family. The years passed and Lilly grew abandoned and isolated from love: The child that people ignored and looked past to see her beautiful sister, Rose.


VRGunslinger   VRGunslinger wrote
on 7/9/2009 5:20:51 PM
I commented on this once. Great start VE! Very interesting. I will try to read all of your work. It might take me a million years, but I will do it.

frederic   frederic wrote
on 7/8/2009 1:35:15 PM
Very well-written. Although Lilly is still very young, you characterize her very well. We are curious now where the higher engagement comes from--with Rose or the mysterious stranger by the moat. Good reading.

Ve   Ve wrote
on 6/4/2009 9:47:17 AM
Don't feel sad it gets better. Lilly grows up and falls in love and has kids and its all a feel good book. Thank you for you comments dears.

WAN   WAN wrote
on 6/4/2009 7:30:46 AM
Oh this really sad. Very sad story:( but well written. great:)

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This is chapter 1 of my first book. Poor Lilly starts her journey to become Empress of Syashka. A magical fantasy.
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