Angel in the darkness – An Ambrosia Challenge
Prologue The first time I saw you was like magic. I was a waiter in “the house of beautiful skills” when you where playing piano. I never had heard such beautiful music before. I had never seen suc...
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Chapter 5 – Between life and death
I looked around me. I stood in the kitchen of my … Shaiyennes home. At my first visit Shaiyenne had been already asleep. I had looked around the house and when I had looked into the guest room I had seen her sleeping. A man had left in the middle of the night, but when I had tried talking to him he couldn’t see or hear me. He had just gone straight through me. The same was with Shaiyenne. One night she had stayed up until late in the night to paint. She had mumbled something that sounded like I have to finish this for my work. I had come to her and I had looked over her shoulder. I had said her that she needed the right emotion to get inspiration and make a good painting. This was one of Mamas little tips. Shai couldn’t hear me. Then I had touched Shais shoulder and imagined a clear picture in my mind while I had closed my eyes. I had imagined the colours, the way the pencil painted on the canvas and the emotions. When I had opened my eyes again I had seen a shinning in Shais eyes. That was the right thought. She had started to paint full of passion and my heart had made a little happy jump to see someone that passionate about art.
Since that day I always searched for Shai. Every time I hoped that she was painting but the most of the time she went into bed before I appeared out of the darkness. But I guess it was okay. I loved to see the house I grew up. Everything was still as I could remember except a few things Shai brought with her. I guess my parents couldn’t sell it or change anything cause of me. That made me sad. I didn’t know how they were doing or if they were happy. I just hoped so. Maybe Mama helped in the orphanage like she had done before she got pregnant with me. Maybe they adopted a older child to give him a chance. I didn’t think that I would ever know, but these thoughts kept me happy and hopeful.
Today Shai was already asleep and so I wandered a while through the house.
http://i.imgur.com/lBK6eQl.png
As long as I could remember the piano have been my favourite place in the whole house. It hadn’t changed. I still loved to sit there and breath in the scent of the old mahogany wood. I would love to play again but I was not sure how. I could move a few little things but it still cost me a lot of energy. When I got too tired my light figure disappeared and if I still wouldn’t stop I would be back into the darkness. However, I got stronger with every training. I wanted to try out how it was today and if I could may play tonight but I didn’t want to wake up Shai.
http://i.imgur.com/QakKM4k.png
I stayed a few more moments at the piano cause of a different reason. On the wall was still one picture of my parents. I had taken it after my first real performance. They were so happy on the picture and that was what I wanted to think how they were feeling right now. They deserved to be happy.
http://i.imgur.com/E1w2z64.png
I went upstairs to the chess table. I didn’t play the game. I just wanted practising to take things in my hands. Maybe i could play piano once again. This was my goal for now. It was just a bit but that would make me really happy. Probably I could paint once in my life … I mean existence … whatever … Probably I could paint once again without Shai. Then a thought came into my mind. What if I couldn’t move on cause I was supposed to help people like Shai? You know, to find someone inspiration. What if I was a muse? But shouldn’t the helper of death be able to say me that? Okay I guess I was not a muse. I didn’t think that muses had to be in the darkness during the day, but it was a nice thought.
http://i.imgur.com/35iSBpH.png
After my chess figure lifting practice I went into my old room. Nothing had changed since I died. I stopped at the board with the postcards I had collected when I was younger. I had wanted to visit all those countries and see the whole world. Now I was just happy to be able to see something different than the darkness. Nevertheless, I felt suddenly a desire to be able to leave this lot. I didn’t want to be dead, but I would have to learn to live with it.
http://i.imgur.com/rHM8kMd.png
Then I felt the typical pull again. The darkness was calling for me. I just let me fall into it. Everything got dark again. Even though, I was getting used to the feeling of loosing the floor under my feet I was still shaking in the cold air of the darkness. I put one warm around me. It was a natural reaction but it didn’t help a bit.
http://i.imgur.com/3uuyAv0.png
I found something that helped me. Happy thoughts. When i was feeling good the darkness could only reach my senses but not my heart. My heart was keeping me warm. Now it helped when I thought of being a muse. I wanted to be the inspiration for everyone who was seeking for it. A smile came over my face. It would be nice to be a muse even though it was just for Shai.
http://i.imgur.com/uWaDpzA.png
But I was not a muse. I was a stuck soul in the darkness between life and death.
I looked around me. I stood in the kitchen of my … Shaiyennes home. At my first visit Shaiyenne had been already asleep. I had looked around the house and when I had looked into the guest room I had seen her sleeping. A man had left in the middle of the night, but when I had tried talking to him he couldn’t see or hear me. He had just gone straight through me. The same was with Shaiyenne. One night she had stayed up until late in the night to paint. She had mumbled something that sounded like I have to finish this for my work. I had come to her and I had looked over her shoulder. I had said her that she needed the right emotion to get inspiration and make a good painting. This was one of Mamas little tips. Shai couldn’t hear me. Then I had touched Shais shoulder and imagined a clear picture in my mind while I had closed my eyes. I had imagined the colours, the way the pencil painted on the canvas and the emotions. When I had opened my eyes again I had seen a shinning in Shais eyes. That was the right thought. She had started to paint full of passion and my heart had made a little happy jump to see someone that passionate about art.
Since that day I always searched for Shai. Every time I hoped that she was painting but the most of the time she went into bed before I appeared out of the darkness. But I guess it was okay. I loved to see the house I grew up. Everything was still as I could remember except a few things Shai brought with her. I guess my parents couldn’t sell it or change anything cause of me. That made me sad. I didn’t know how they were doing or if they were happy. I just hoped so. Maybe Mama helped in the orphanage like she had done before she got pregnant with me. Maybe they adopted a older child to give him a chance. I didn’t think that I would ever know, but these thoughts kept me happy and hopeful.
Today Shai was already asleep and so I wandered a while through the house.
http://i.imgur.com/lBK6eQl.png
As long as I could remember the piano have been my favourite place in the whole house. It hadn’t changed. I still loved to sit there and breath in the scent of the old mahogany wood. I would love to play again but I was not sure how. I could move a few little things but it still cost me a lot of energy. When I got too tired my light figure disappeared and if I still wouldn’t stop I would be back into the darkness. However, I got stronger with every training. I wanted to try out how it was today and if I could may play tonight but I didn’t want to wake up Shai.
http://i.imgur.com/QakKM4k.png
I stayed a few more moments at the piano cause of a different reason. On the wall was still one picture of my parents. I had taken it after my first real performance. They were so happy on the picture and that was what I wanted to think how they were feeling right now. They deserved to be happy.
http://i.imgur.com/E1w2z64.png
I went upstairs to the chess table. I didn’t play the game. I just wanted practising to take things in my hands. Maybe i could play piano once again. This was my goal for now. It was just a bit but that would make me really happy. Probably I could paint once in my life … I mean existence … whatever … Probably I could paint once again without Shai. Then a thought came into my mind. What if I couldn’t move on cause I was supposed to help people like Shai? You know, to find someone inspiration. What if I was a muse? But shouldn’t the helper of death be able to say me that? Okay I guess I was not a muse. I didn’t think that muses had to be in the darkness during the day, but it was a nice thought.
http://i.imgur.com/35iSBpH.png
After my chess figure lifting practice I went into my old room. Nothing had changed since I died. I stopped at the board with the postcards I had collected when I was younger. I had wanted to visit all those countries and see the whole world. Now I was just happy to be able to see something different than the darkness. Nevertheless, I felt suddenly a desire to be able to leave this lot. I didn’t want to be dead, but I would have to learn to live with it.
http://i.imgur.com/rHM8kMd.png
Then I felt the typical pull again. The darkness was calling for me. I just let me fall into it. Everything got dark again. Even though, I was getting used to the feeling of loosing the floor under my feet I was still shaking in the cold air of the darkness. I put one warm around me. It was a natural reaction but it didn’t help a bit.
http://i.imgur.com/3uuyAv0.png
I found something that helped me. Happy thoughts. When i was feeling good the darkness could only reach my senses but not my heart. My heart was keeping me warm. Now it helped when I thought of being a muse. I wanted to be the inspiration for everyone who was seeking for it. A smile came over my face. It would be nice to be a muse even though it was just for Shai.
http://i.imgur.com/uWaDpzA.png
But I was not a muse. I was a stuck soul in the darkness between life and death.
