A New Acolyte

I wrote a thing, inspired by @bookofmirth ‘s question yesterday. So have a little something. I don’t know the correct term for it - possibly drabble? I like to think of them as Fragments, a snapshot of a moment in time. I might write more, I might not. oooooo mysterious. :D.

A New Acolyte.

The sun sets, the lights fade and all you are left with is a periwinkle twilight, with mauve filtering through the trees and the moon rising. Silver bells gently tinkling at your wrists. You hear whispers, wonder if you’re overthinking or that you’re imagining the hushed voices. Faeries don’t exist below the wall. It’s just your imagination. Yet - You dare not turn. You dare not look towards the sound. The bells ring as you tuck a stray curl behind your ear trying to admire the beauty of the fading light before you. Instead you start scanning through your peripheral vision hoping that you won’t see anything; and you don’t, until a shadow crosses your vision. Your Breath catches. The wind blows. Leaves fall in front of you; drawing your attention back towards the mooncast shadows on the path ahead. Your pace quickens and you resume your walk back to civilisation. Ting, ting, ting, the bracelet on your wrist sings, your pace quickening with each breath, while you chant one line over and over again in your head. I did not see a black shadow with white eyes, I did not see a black shadow with white eyes, I did not see a black shadow with white eyes.