A/N: 

Hello homies!
As you may know, we are on the straight way to end “Chronicles”.
I would like to present you something new – a prologue of my new author’s story “SOL”. I am very curious about your opinions, my dears.
Please, feel free to leave a comment of your opinion beneath, I’ll highly appreciate it.

The
forest was one of those places which had no palpable reason to exist. It was a
creaking shack created by nature to serve as a reminder that things could
always be much, much worse. The unnatural, choking mist that swirled and
sprawled on the forest floor was the first thing that spoke of a strange sort
of wrongness. The smoke made no sound however and only parted to swallow up her
feet as she marched upon the giant dead, festering eyeball of the forest floor.
The sound of mushy and dead leaves whispered from under the skin of the mist.

It was
an early autumn morning and a frosty chill hung in the air. The sweet
surrendering scent of the morning dew filled the forest with a scent that did
not belong on earth. Autumn leaves from the tall trees lay scattered on the
forest floor; each of them turning brittle brown; there was a sound like dried
cereal being crunched underfoot, pushing their papery remains deep into the
soft soil. The dark shadows of the voluminous trees and the surrounding bushes
had become the backbone of the forest, standing as passive protectors of a
peaceful place. The autumn sun rose in a hurry as if trying to make up for
setting too early the evening before, blooming into the pale sky with a warm
mellow glow, sending what was left of the moon packing until its next shift
guarding the night. By mid morning sky was a brilliant baby blue. As the
morning developed the sound of young birds filled the air: chirping, tweeting
and warbling incessantly.

The lake had been hardened by the sharp cold unforgivingness of an icy frost,
the translucent water bound as a smooth solid. The wildlife were bold yet
cautious of figuring out their new visitor, daring to get closer to have a look
at the foreign creature disturbing their peace. As the day went on the forest
came to life. The trees dance in the wind, the sound of running water in the
stream had the same hypnotic quality as music luring animals in to have drink,
to taste the warm sweet sensation of fresh water. The drone of insects humming
and buzzing filled the air, little frogs croaked while searching for food
hoping to catch an easy snack.

On the
edge of the lake some figure occured.
It was
a human, namely, a woman.

She had
a shapely figure and was wasp-waisted.

Her
hair was mercury-red and curly and it tumbled over her shoulders.
She had
glossy pale skin with freckles on her cheeks.
Her
eyes were big and blue like two aquamarine jewels melted onto snow.
She had
slender eyebrows. Her eyelashes were velvety.
She had
a dainty nose.
Her
lips were pouting. They were blossom soft.

There
wouldn’t be anything unusual, but the woman had one more attribute along with
her beauty.

It was
a long tail, ended with a reddish tassel at the tip.

She was
just standing there, dressed in a long old dress in shades of olive and green,
enjoying the silence.

“◘Jeg ønsker at jeg var sterkere, jeg ville
skille bølgene. Ikke bare la vannet ta meg bort.” she whispered to herself,
embracing her waist with her arms.

Her naked feet
slowly touched a water surface, one by one as she gently stepped into the lake.

She didn’t pay
an attention to her dress and fact it was getting soaked by a cold water.

With the first
sunray which has penetrated through the curtains of a spinney, woman
disappeared beneath the water surface, as suddenly as she appeared earlier on
the edge of lake.

◘