When I was a little girl, my grandfather told me of a story.
You see, my grandfather traveled far and wide when he was young.
He once treaded into a land of snow, a land hundreds of thousands of miles away from Gaia.
And it was where he witnessed enchantment.
"It was ice cold and i was freezing. No where in hell could I find the trace of any food," He'd say.
Why my grandfather even stepped foot on that dreadful place, I couldn't understand.
"But then, just as I thought I was going to pass on, far in the distance there was a figure, and it was walking gracefully towards me. As it came close, I'd realized that it was a women. A women dressed in silver armor, showing her bare skin. She carried a staff and her circlet was lit up by a bright blue flame over her beautiful face. Was it an angel? She smiled, looked at me through her white lashes and reached out to me. I'd known I was dead then and I even felt the weight of my eyelids as they shut unwillingly......"
Grandfather never finished that story
since he'd really didn't know how he could have woken again.
Thank you for taking the time to read my description ;D
View User's Journal
 |
