moonlight_child

Meka woke at once, cold sweat covered the sheet of her cotton bed. She gasped for breath as she looked around the candle lit room. Her grey eyes were taunt and her pale lips qrivered slightly. Her long black hair slick to her slender body. When she realized that she was indeed alone she laid back down on her bed. She stared up at the ceiling reflecting on the dream which woke her from the peaceful sleep, which hardly ever had the pleasure of having.

Whose face did she dream of? She did not know. She only saw the shape of his face. The rain around them seemed to flood the temple from which she came from. She could not see his eyes, she wanted to see his eyes. Who was he?

Meka became frustrated and turned over on her side. She sighed and closed her eyes, however she could not fall back to sleep and got up. She dressed quickly and quietly as she daparted from the small family hut which had took her in for the night. She left a small coin bag of twelve silver coins and went about her way. Deep in her mind was still the face that she knew would now haunt her dreams, until she realized who and what he was.

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Love is like a gust of wind; it blows and then goes away...
Without you, my soul goes out of control on the brink of danger...
My world is already in a violent storm