I Served Her

[GrimmHallows 17]

The room was completely white; Hayden could barely see the floor he stood on, and he felt as though he might fall and not know either way.

His blonde hair and blue eyes seemed to hide a rather adventurous and unruly spirit; something which had now killed him.

He did not know of his death yet, however; he remembered nothing but the room, and knew only a single emotion at this time, the black shadow of fear hanging like a dagger over the boys back.

 

He frantically looked around the empty white space, feeling the walls and a ceiling that hung just at jumping reach; his hands felt a warm heat from the walls as he did test their solidity.

his thoughts were to escape, and to find a way to remember why he felt so guilty, why he felt so cold.

 

Why did he feel so dead?

 

"The answer to your horror is simple to explain," a soft voice offered, seeming to respond to his thoughts. It came from all around, and Hayden quickly tried to find the source, but with no success.

"How is it that a hero can nearly destroyed, and yet still manage to survive against all odds to lie motionless as others weep and mourn, beleiving you already dead?"

 

Hayden's thoughts turned from himself to faceless being like himself, crying over his body as he looked on from afar, feelings of guilt returning strongly as he fell to his knees. The vision faded, however, and a well dressed lady appeared; her eyes purple and her clothes quite fancy; Hayden mostly noticed her purple hues the most of all however, disregarding the clothes as an unnecessary detail.

They glared right at him, and he glared back, bravery now overflowing as he stood his ground at a silent assault of nerves.

And as Hayden continued his staring contest with the un-named girl, he suddenly fell to the floor, a sudden flash of what appeared to be a memory.

 

"If I save you," The girl whispered to a bleeding and quite pale version of Hayden, lying in a pool of blood, gaping from several flowers in his chest, "Would you serve me, for eternity? With your last breath, do you swear it?"

The bullet wounds seemed to start to close as he nodded, his voice croaking a final "Yes" as he fell unconscious, those flowers of flesh and blood closing slowly, and his face slipping to peace.

 

Hayden's new vision stopped, and as he scrambled to his feet, he found the girl reaching a hand to him, bidding him to take it.

A man, old and yet composed, stood beside her, bowing respectfully. His face was resolute, and his closed eyes seeming to show a pain that would be difficult to convey into words.

Hayden took a step forward, and a ripple rushed from his step, a bunch of flowers pure white appearing by the girl's hand.

He took more steps, and more appeared; a bed to his left, a window filled with white to his right. Hayden's eyes seemed to struggle with new colors as he ran now, trying to hasten what seemed to be a last chance.

A last chance at life.

 

And as he reached her, he took her in her hand, and her smile softly welcomed him, he closed his blue eyes, the shadow of fear now shrinking from a new shield that now guarded him entirely; bravery in its true form.

 

Hayden bolted upright, and his eyes raced open. Too fast, however, as he was blinded by sunlight pulling in from the window to his right. His bed was hard, and machines beeped methodically to both sides, and a girl stood to his left of the bed, his hand in her own soft clasp.

And she stood at that, and walked to the end of what was no doubt the hospital ward, the old man he saw earlier carrying what appeared to be her coat and umbrella.

her voice, however, was what came through; her tone was somewhat cold, given he'd just awoken from what appeared to be death.

"You begin your work tomorrow. Do not be late, Mr Hayden. And do not make me regret bringing you back. For today you are to rest. That is all."

And with that, she left a rather astonished young 16 year old to his bed, her smirk as she walked out revealing to the aged servant her amusement.

"My lady, are you sure you picked the right replacement? He seems-" The elderly man began, but the young lady merely chuckled and cast him a sly glance, and walked on to her car, opening it herself and climbing in.

"Of course, Lady Snow. It is as you wish," The man stooped low to enter the driver seat of the car, and they drove off from the hospital.

Drove off from the boy,

And drove off from the sun, the shadows reaching into distances now too great to see.

 

(This is but the prologue for my newest story. Let me all know what you think!)