The very end

[Celtic_Dragon]

I generally write in pieces. I know pretty much exactly how the whole novel is going to turn out. But I write a piece there or a piece here, depending on what inspires me. If it comes to me, I need to get it down on paper asap or I might loose it forever. I ended up writing the very last of my novel, even before I've gotten most of the middle written. . . I just knew for sure how it was going to end, and this is it. . .

The day was turning dark and gloomy. Grey, dark clouds pregnant with water suffocated the sun and turned the wind to an icy chill. The waves became agitated and rolled menacingly up towards the sky before tumbling with a powerful sound that echoed off the cliffs. Black waters began to foam around each jagged cap, hungry for their victim.

Lenore stood at the edge of the water, the salty sea licking her delicious toes begging for her to enter. She hesitated as she stared at the beastly waves that were ready to consume her. A warm, strong hand wrapped around her delicate fingers. Lenore looked into Farouk's familiar, loving eyes. They glistened with the magic within him, the magic that she created and therefore was within her as well. A magic that remained wrongfully locked away from her, hidden in the darkness of despair that imprisoned her heart and her mind.

"What if this isn't real?" Lenore asked quietly.

Farouk gave her a serious look, the golden flames in his forest green eyes dancing on the fuel of his magic.

"You know deep in your heart that this is real," he said.

Lenore watched as a bolt of lightening in the distance spiraled down to the sea and was kissed on the cheek by the droplets of a crashing wave. She tenderly touched the tear drop with her free hand.

"Princess," Farouk spoke firmly. "Your kingdom anxiously awaits your return."

The ocean growled menacingly as the thunder rolled in with the wave. Despite the frigid wind, Lenore was strangely warm. As if the precious magic had finally found it's way through the inky blackness encasing her soul. She exhaled and felt the tingle of fear slowly subsiding from her. She knew that was most likely the work of Farouk and his strong grasp around her hand.

She looked up at him and saw that his gaze was cold and serious. It was time. . .

Without another word, Lenore stepped into the ocean and kept walking. Her hand slipped from Farouk's grasp, but the man followed closely behind her ensuring that she did not turn and flee her destiny. Eventually, her feet stopped touching the sandy bottom, and she swam against the violent seas. They rose higher the farther out she went, their foamy teeth biting at her nose with a salty sting. Then she felt someone grasping her leg, the warmth of the grasp told her it was her lover. Farouk pulled and Lenore was taken below the surface of the water. She tried not to struggle, she tried to remain calm, but the fear of the blackness that surrounded her was more than she could bare. The undercurrent from the storm spun her in circles and she was soon very confused. Horror took over and she struggled against the waves and tried to kick at Farouk's grasp. Arms flailing, her body screaming for air, Lenore struggled back towards what she thought was the surface but the darkness did not tell her which way to air. Farouk kept a firm hold on her ankle.

Lenore screamed and inhaled water. It scorched her lungs and made her cough, only to inhale more water. She fought desperately and began kicking at Farouk in an attempt to free herself. He was gazing at her with glowing green eyes. The magic in him lighting the darkness of the ocean around them. Her body was tingling with horror and desperation. A sickening feeling of claustrophobia set into her. Her lungs screamed, her body began to get cold and ache. Eventually, her body stopped responding to her. She could not find the strength to fight against Farouk's grasp. Her arms floated above her like lifeless tentacles.

A sudden ease settled over her and she felt very tired and warm. She stared off in the darkness and was vaguely aware of Farouk's hand going to her shoulder and pulling her down to his level. She tried to focus on him, but she was quickly loosing consciousness. He smiled at her, the same loving smile she knew from her childhood. The smile that belonged in her enchanted forest that belonged to her youth. The very one that was lost when the evil settled within her. . .

"The pain is only the darkness loosing it's grasp from you heart, my love," Farouk's voice whispered into her mind. "You are free now. Free to come home. . ."

He kissed her then. The sweet taste of his lips melting through the salty taste of the sea. It was a kiss of passion and love. She became very warm and her heart surged followed by a sickening twist of her gut. She pulled away from Farouk's kiss and with the last amount of strength her body could give her, she violently heaved and an inky blackness poured from her mouth and nose and into the waters around her.

No longer would Lenore be a victim of her father's rape. A host to his evil seed. . .

[peacejoylove]

I write in pieces like that too!  I thought I was just a wierdo, LoL.  But as for your scene, it's amazing!  I love your descriptive wording.  I only wish I knew the context of the story better.  But the writing is beautiful!  Keep up the good work! 

[CS3mommy]

I also agree.  Such wonderful wording.  I could 'see' your scene very vividly.  It would click better if I had more background but it seems like a lovely dark and wicked story:)  My type exactly.  Can't wait to read more.

I unfortunately can't write in pieces.  I think if I could I would get more done because if I'm stuck at a point - I can't move forward until I'm unstuck.  I do however have an idea of where it's going. 

Looking forward to reading more of your wonderful story of Lenore and Farouk!

Michelle

[newgs08]

Very well written!  Your use of imagery is spot on and very visual, I feel as though I could see the entire scene without grasping around blindly.  Good job and good luck with the story.