|Forest of Thorne
Author: Josephine Misuto Black PM
A tale of love, supernaturalness, and a girl named Snow Thorne. You can take it from there. 3Rated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Romance - Words: 299 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-23-12 - id: 2991145
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I could not see anything around me, but I could hear everything around me. I could hear the rustling of the wind whispering through the trees and the soft gurgling of the lake in the distance. I longed for my bow and quiver of arrows, to be able to actually feel them in my grasp. The faint scent of cherry blossoms filled the thin air around me, comforting me barely enough to keep me sane. My eyes were forced shut, keeping me from being able to see my surroundings, leaving myself to wonder what there is to see around me. I cannot move, for I am under a spell, no thanks to a woman I dislike very much. I am trapped within a glass coffin wrapped in vines of ivy, my pale hands folded over my chest. How do I know that I reside in a glass coffin wrapped in ivy? Well, I did say that I could hear everything around me. I awakened who knows how long ago only to hear her voice. She said, "She cannot, or will not, move while she is in this glass coffin. We will be able to find out how to bring you back to your True Form, my precious." A faint hissing noise pierced the air, then heard the slithering of the vines of ivy wrapping themselves around the coffin. I was so pissed, but there was truly nothing I could do. Honestly, what could I do? I was held still by a spell and I was confined to a glass coffin. I heard her shoes crunch the dying grass into the ground as she walked away. I think I am safe to assume that "her precious" is a snake... Anyways, I am Snow Thorne, and this is my tale.