teaganmitchell (teaganmitchell) wrote in horror_story, @ 2013-04-02 13:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | alternate universe, holiday: st. patrick, marcus, tatum, teagan |
FAIRY TALE AU: Title Pending
Who: Marcus, Tatum, Teagan... TBD
When: Once upon a time...
Where: A nondisclosed, anachronistic land where there aren't really any strict laws about parenting, or commerce.
What: TBD
Warning: TBD (in progress)
Once upon a time there were two sisters; Teagan and Tatum. Although they shared a strong resemblance, their personalities could not have been more different. Where the older sister was headstrong and proud, the other tended to be meek and obedient. Still, they loved each other very much, and did their best to look out for each other. The sisters lived alone in a small cabin at the very edge of a forest. There weren’t any neighbors, and their mother had passed away when they were very young. Their father was a woodsman who spent most of the day away from home, cutting down trees from the surrounding woods. On the last week of every month, he’d load up a cart and take the long journey into town to sell his wood at the market, leaving the sisters entirely alone.
“Don’t open the door for anyone,” he’d warn them, just before starting his journey. “And never - ever - go into the forest. It’s not safe.”
To their father, very little was safe. He never took the girls with him to the village, for fear that it was unsafe. He never allowed them company. Teagan, the oldest, took the most umbrage with this treatment, for she despaired of ever seeing the world beyond the little fenced cabin if the farthest she was allowed to go was the well for water. Often, she lamented to her younger sister about their treatment, and was critical of their father, questioning his wisdom. How were they supposed to find suitors? What could be learned between the well and the garden patch? She was certain that if their father had his way, they would be buried in the family plot next to their mother. Purity wholly intact, but having lived sad, lonely existences.
So when the strange music was passed along by the wind through the cabin’s open windows late that night, it was Teagan who was first to notice. Teagan who opened the door to poke her head out into the darkness and see what she could see.
The moon in the night sky was full and bright, a vibrant shade of blue surrounded by glittering crystal stars. All of the constellations were clear that night, and seemed to waltz with one another in time with the tune, which was coming - without a doubt - from deep within the forest.
“I’m going out to draw water for the morning bath,” she called to her sister, knowing that Tatum would try to talk her out of investigating. She’d at least want Teagan to wait until morning, and Teagan couldn’t shake the feeling that if she didn’t go now, her chance would be gone. She’d never know what made the music, and the regret would haunt her for the rest of her life. “I’ll be back in a moment!”
Without waiting for an answer, she wrapped her deep red shawl around her shoulders to ward off any evils, and hurried off to disappear into the shadows between the trees. A moment passed, and then several went by, each much longer than the last, but Teagan did not return. It was as if she’d been swallowed by the forest. As the winds shifted direction, the strange music ceased. The constellations took rest from their dance, and the moon finished its arc across the sky to make way for dawn. Still, Teagan did not reappear, and it was still six days before their father would return to help search for her.