Tale Of Lysandra

Lysandra Chapter 1

"Who are you? Where am I at?"

She saw someone strange yet familiar in the dark.

"It's me, can't you recognize me?" a voice repeated. "I am Lysandra." suddenly the voice, that mysterious person and that feeling disappeared. Emily blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was falling asleep in her bed. But now, she found herself in a dimly lit dark room there was only one candle and that one was flickering, the air was heavy and there was pin-drop silence.

Emily took the candle and started to walk searching for someone who would accompany her. "Is anyone there?" she called out, her voice echoing off the walls. But the only response in return was the distant sound of a melancholy breeze that appeared to haunt her. Emily hugged herself to her jacket trembling in the cold. The fire's warmth was hardly felt.

Something black flew from one corner to the other making screechy noises. Emily stayed still in the place where she had kept her last foot. "Oh just bats" Emily sighed. Emily kept walking, the coldness was fading with the shade of an unknown warmth. Emily felt the walls with rough dusty texture to help her balance. She looked above, there was a small hole in one corner, and she saw the moonlight. She went to look closely at it. Emily touched some surface and pushed something, a new way opened for her.

There was sunlight even in the dark night.

a soft whispering breeze seemed to caress her ear. It was the same voice again, It is Lysandra! The tone is a subtle blend of familiarity and longing. "Emily" she called.

Emily's heart raced. The voice felt like a distant memory, a tune she had heard in dreams long ago. It was a voice she thought she would never hear again. The face was not clear, Losily was fading the perspective haunting mysteriously. "Who are you, why did come here?" Emily asked with her voice trembling. Emily was shivering hugging herself tight to her jacket, the warmth had gone the cold breeze was back. The sunlight vanished and the moonlight is back. It is back Cold.

I am someone you once knew, someone you still know deep within," the voice replied, its words weaving a web of intrigue around her.

As Emily listened to the voice, her mind began to flash with images of forgotten days. Could it be? Could the voice belong to the one she had thought? Lysandra? the lost currents of time?

Tears welled up in her eyes as realization dawned. "It can't be," she whispered to herself, her voice barely audible above the rustling of the tapestries. "You're... you're gone." she cried

The room seemed to hold its breath, the atmosphere poured with emotions. Just as doubt began to creep into Emily's thoughts, a soft, gentle hand brushed against hers. She gasped, her heart pounding wildly as she turned to face the figure standing beside her. In the wavering candlelight, stood the person she thought she would never see again.

"Sometimes, paths that seem lost find their way back," Lysandra said, that voice was a balm to her soul. "I am existing in the corners of your memories, in the pulse of your heart."

As they spoke, the room around them began to shift, its walls melting away like mist in the morning sun. Lysandra found herself standing in a place that seemed both real and ethereal, a realm where time had no boundaries.

"Where are we?" Lysandra asked, her voice a mix of wonder and trepidation.

"We are in a place between moments," Lysandra replied, a soft smile gracing their features. "A place where connections thought to be lost can be rekindled."

"Never can I miss a memory of this, who are you? Are you alive am I too?" Emily cried her pain.

"You're alive, I will reveal myself when the time comes it's because you can't take it, you won't accept who I am now, take care Dear..." Lysandra said boldly

Emily could not accept someone really cared for her, someone is loving and caring for her who is it? Who is Lysandra who is Emily The mysteries will uncover soon.

Lysandra will Continue her Journey