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I'm looking out of the window, even though nothing can be seen through the dark at this late hour. I've been doing that for days, months even maybe? I don't know. There are so many things I don't know. Like, what am I doing here? I woke up one day,surrounded by lace and satin, lying on that canopy bed in the corner, high up in what I've come to consider my retreat, the highest tower in this castle. I know there's a reason why I'm here, that this wasn't the place where you'd expect to meet a girl like me, a romany. But somehow that reason keeps eluding me, which is both a curse and a blessing as I have this nagging feeling that memory is not a pleasant one. That, and the fact that everything looks even colder than I feel inside, yet I don't suffer its bite, even in that light dress I'm wearing, and the fire that I keep lighting every night before going to bed doesn't warms me anymore than it alievates my fear of whatever I can hear howling below, just outside the castle. Sometimes though, I think I can hear my name, but that's probably some hallucination, the result of my loneliness. Sometimes, I could almost believe I hear the voice of my beloved cousin Andrzej....
But forgive me, I am thinking out loud, and forgive about manners. Welcome to my retreat! I am Zora, daughter of the leader of the Cherusci clan, respected among both our people and the outside world, for my father, and his fathers before him, were great artisans of gold. They used to say I am proud, maybe more so than it is custom among our people, and rebellious, which is probably true. I have always dreamed of going in the world, following in the footsteps of our people, but my father would have none of it. The last I can remember, I know I planned to escape for Germany, but again I can't summon the reason why. I only know that I hid it from everyone, even Andrzej, whom I've always considered more as my own flesh and blood, as my brother, than the distant relative he really was. And that was hard, because it was the first time I would hide anything from him.
Obviously I succeeded, for I am here now, and alone, but what happened in between my escape and my waking up here? And why can't I see my reflection in the mirror?
My avatar is in fact the lovely Kate for a promotional shooting for "Van Helsing". Picture by the very, very talented Lorenzo Agius
The rose gif comes from a pic I took of a wallpaper
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