One Hundred Little Stars
written by Ada Grimsdon
Random stories about everything and nothing. If you have an idea for a story, you can tell me via owl.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
6
Reads
338
Lily
Chapter 3
-Suggested by the epic music of Alan Walker-
There once was a castle in the mountains, a place safe from the monsters that roamed the Forest. In this castle, there was a little girl named Lily. Lily grew up in the castle,and had been taught to fear the creatures in the forest, and Lily, being a good little girl, listened. She heard the stories about how they would drag you to their lair and feast on you, making weapons out of your bones. After hearing about these stories, Lily wanted to see if they were true. As obedient as Lily was, she had a rebellious streak, and a good amount of curiosity. One night, as the sun set over the mountains, Lily climbed out of bed, grabbed a lantern, and set out into the Forest, alone and slightly afraid.
Lily walked through the forest, her footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. To say she wasn’t nervous would be a lie. Hell, she was terrified. She jumped at every noise, and constantly checked that there was nothing behind her. When she finally felt that she was being irrational, something spoke.
“Who’s there?” Lily asked, her voice shaking.
“You don't have to be afraid, Lily.” The voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. Lily felt herself trusting the speaker.
“Just follow everywhere I go. Over the mountains or the valleys. I’ll give you everything you’ve been dreaming of. Just let me in. I’ll give you everything you want. You’ll be part of the stories you’ve been told. Just let me in.”
Lily followed the voice. She didn't know how long. Time was irrelevant in the Forest. She was blissful. The voice would make her dreams come true, after all.
Suddenly, Lily was falling.
The ice she was walking on had broken, and so had the spell. Lily scrambled out of the pond, and ran. She could hear the beast behind her, it’s smooth, velvety voice cracking and distorted, offering her gold, castles, stories, her deepest desires. Still, Lily ran, faster, screaming for help, for someone to find her, to save her from this monster, this thing of nightmares and desire. In the distance, Lily saw the castle, and sped up.
She burst out of the trees, and ran to the great, wooden door, begging and crying to be let back in. The beast had emerged from the Forest, and Lily finally saw what it looked like. Bubbling, scaly skin stretched out on a skeletal frame. Long, twisted horns were stained with blood, and the mouth of the beast was lined with layers and layers of razor sharp teeth. Lily screamed, a raw, terrifying sound of someone who had never before had The need to scream.
Just as Lily thought all hope was lost, a hand reached out of the door and pulled her into the safety of the castle. Lily’s mother held her tight, as Lily sobbed into her chest. She was finally home.
There once was a castle in the mountains, a place safe from the monsters that roamed the Forest. In this castle, there was a little girl named Lily. Lily grew up in the castle,and had been taught to fear the creatures in the forest, and Lily, being a good little girl, listened. She heard the stories about how they would drag you to their lair and feast on you, making weapons out of your bones. After hearing about these stories, Lily wanted to see if they were true. As obedient as Lily was, she had a rebellious streak, and a good amount of curiosity. One night, as the sun set over the mountains, Lily climbed out of bed, grabbed a lantern, and set out into the Forest, alone and slightly afraid.
Lily walked through the forest, her footsteps crunching on the dry leaves. To say she wasn’t nervous would be a lie. Hell, she was terrified. She jumped at every noise, and constantly checked that there was nothing behind her. When she finally felt that she was being irrational, something spoke.
“Who’s there?” Lily asked, her voice shaking.
“You don't have to be afraid, Lily.” The voice was smooth, almost hypnotic. Lily felt herself trusting the speaker.
“Just follow everywhere I go. Over the mountains or the valleys. I’ll give you everything you’ve been dreaming of. Just let me in. I’ll give you everything you want. You’ll be part of the stories you’ve been told. Just let me in.”
Lily followed the voice. She didn't know how long. Time was irrelevant in the Forest. She was blissful. The voice would make her dreams come true, after all.
Suddenly, Lily was falling.
The ice she was walking on had broken, and so had the spell. Lily scrambled out of the pond, and ran. She could hear the beast behind her, it’s smooth, velvety voice cracking and distorted, offering her gold, castles, stories, her deepest desires. Still, Lily ran, faster, screaming for help, for someone to find her, to save her from this monster, this thing of nightmares and desire. In the distance, Lily saw the castle, and sped up.
She burst out of the trees, and ran to the great, wooden door, begging and crying to be let back in. The beast had emerged from the Forest, and Lily finally saw what it looked like. Bubbling, scaly skin stretched out on a skeletal frame. Long, twisted horns were stained with blood, and the mouth of the beast was lined with layers and layers of razor sharp teeth. Lily screamed, a raw, terrifying sound of someone who had never before had The need to scream.
Just as Lily thought all hope was lost, a hand reached out of the door and pulled her into the safety of the castle. Lily’s mother held her tight, as Lily sobbed into her chest. She was finally home.
