Silence

Now that I what happened, I am incapable of telling anyone. Not that I haven't tried. It's funny how life works out, isn't it? People just tend not to listen when... but I'm getting ahead of myself. Tomorrow it will be two years since I met her. Standing in the shedding autumn forest, she looked utterly enchanting. She looked like something out of a story books, wearing a flowing, green, embroidered dress under a crimson cloak. Her long, red hair starkly contrasting her luminescent green eyes and pale flesh. As I said, like something out of a story book.

A sense of hazard surrounded her, but the male libido killed any common sense away upon sighting her. I approached her, quickly disregarding the oddity of this situation, and questioned her as to what she was doing in the middle of a forest.

For a long moment, she acted as though I were a nonentity. Finally, her piercing eye looked me over. I felt incredibly awkward until her lips formed a small grin and she said, "Why, dearie, I should ask you the same."

After exchanging coquettish pleasantries for a short time, she reveal to me that she was performing an incantation. This, I laughed off as best I could. After all, witches and magic don't exist outside the world of fairy tales.

By the time I got to looking back to her, her lips were forming silent syllables I couldn't quite decipher. As I was about to questioned just what she had been saying, a glowing circle formed around her. Fearing that she was in some danger I ran towards her...

Slamming my head into the energized periphery surrounding me. Falling backwards onto my hands, I looked pitifully up at the crimson hair beauty.

She gave a guilty grin and lifted up a book. "I have trapped inside this storybook for thirty years now," she explained. "Today is the one day every year that I am allowed out until dusk, to search for one to take my place. You are that one."

Though I tried to scream out for help, no words could escape my throat. She gave a sad smile. Leaning to kiss me, she said only, "Farewell, love."

As soon as she released her kiss, my entire world imploded upon me. I knew then, this might be my last look at my life, reality, the sanguine haired enchantress who stole it all away from me.

Now I am but a character in this book. I have tried time and time again to beg someone to release me, or simply acknowledge my story. They all think my cries for help are simply a work of fiction, their ears deaf. All I know now is that forever is a time for silence.