And so we begin:
A gentle breeze blows in a blue glowing void. Almost like water, yet it is air, not water. Small, nearly seen figures flit in and out of the blue area.
“Child.”
One figure solidifies, giggling. “Yes?”
The first Voice is unseen. “You must leave this place. It is time you live elsewhere.”
The figure, a young girl, pouts a little. Suddenly, her human looking ears are replaced with cat ears. A tail appears from under her floating skirt.
“Must I?”
The Voice laughed gently. “You’ll have fun, I promise.”
The tail disappeared and wings like an eagle appeared. “Alright. But only if it’s fun and exciting.” She said, cat ears replaced with rabbit ears.
A glass ball appeared, suspended in the air. “Take this. And go live.”
She grabbed the sphere, looking at it curiously. Then she grinned, turned her red hair green, and then disappeared.
* * * * *
All is quiet, frozen in a timeless place. Every tree is a thin skeleton, a shadow of a better time, reaching outwards and upwards. Snow covered the ground, creating a beautiful, yet monotonous setting. Sound is muffled by the thick blanket of white.
As a little bird appears from under a nearby bush, another figure appears. The bird doesn’t see the newcomer, busy instead with the need to find food. The second figure crouches in the darkness, waiting.
With a sudden burst of energy, the second figure leaps upon the first. A squeak emits from the bird but it then falls into silence. The small, lithe cat that attacked it batted at it, searching for life. But it was too late now.
The cat meowed and took a step back. Then, in less than a blink of an eye, there stood not a cat, but a young woman. She sat down on the snow and picked up the bird, green eyes glittering with sorrow. Holding the bird closer, she gazed at it intently.
"I’m sorry. I only wanted to play.” She whispered.
She dropped the bird onto the ground and then stood up, dusting snow from her pants. She took one last look at the pathetic little bird, and then walked away.
