3rd installment of the Sister Adventures… using the writing challenge app.
Sister Adventures:The Oldest One
“He has died.”
It was a whisper in the dark. As Melissa opened her eyes and let them adjust to the scattered bits of light her brain was barely able to comprehend what was going on. Suddenly she felt someone grip her arm like a vice and the whimper from Trace made it clear that this was not just a dream. What happened? How did they manage to end up here? They had gone to bed in their own beds. And where was “here”?
“He has died.” The whisper that had awakened them both came again. It had not come from a particular direction, it surrounded them.
“Who is there?” Melissa asked. She could see just enough now to tell they were in the abandoned house. But how did they get there? The room became lighter and so did Traces grip on Melissa’s arm. The girls became more awake and stood up, looking around for the source of the whisper. They jumped slightly when their eyes rested on the carved face of the old man. “His eyes…” Trace started. They couldn’t say it out loud but the eyes of the face were now open. And another jump as they both saw the impossible happen. The carving spoke, “He has died.”
Trace felt a sadness fill her soul and as she felt a tear run down her own cheek, she saw a tear fall down the face of the carving as well. The sadness was so deep, she started to just sob. Melissa didn’t feel the same sadness but she could tell that something had happened that was about to change everything. As if their world had not already changed tremendously with the events of the last couple of days. “Who has died?” Melissa asked. The carving, in that same solemn whisper, answered “the oldest one.”
The girls stared at the kind face as he told them the story. The oldest one was the first one from which the rest of them came, he had been there at the beginning of everything, he was older than time itself and he had been there at every change there had ever been. The rest of them felt lost without him, and now the burden of being the wise one fell upon this creature that hung before them. He was old, and wise, but afraid of what had come to be. The oldest one had been taken from his home and hung in an art gallery. The people who had done it were not able to hear him as he begged them not to take him from his home. They didn’t hear him when he cried in pain at being taken away from the rest of them. Being moved he had lost the ability to communicate with the rest. He had literally been severed from his people the minute they had cut him from the wall of his own dwelling.
They were called the old ones, all of them because even the youngest of them had been around longer than any other being. They were scattered far and wide but could communicate with one another as long as they remained in their dwellings. They had remained hidden from the people until the oldest one had lost sight. There had been an explosion at the root of his dwelling caused by the dragon beneath that caused a shift and made the dwellings visible. It’s no wonder the girls had never seen the abandoned house before, yes it was back in the woods, but it had somehow been hidden as well.
There was nothing that could be done about the oldest one, he was gone all of the rest of the wise ones could feel his passing, what mattered now was to find a way to hide the dwellings again before more of them were lost. Another troubling thought for some of them was the coming winter season. Part of being visible was that the whole environment changed. The weather didn’t use to be a factor because being hidden was more than just an optical illusion it was like they were all in a bubble of protection from everything. So far no others had been taken from their dwellings, but it wouldn’t be long before others were found and taken.
The girls had been so engrossed in the story they had forgotten to ask how it was they ended up here. When they asked, there was no answer. The wise one said it had not been his doing. He had been just as surprised by their presence in the dwelling as they had been.
Still going strong on my July Blogging Challenge too.