Christinymous
The wind whipped at her hair as she stuck her head out of the open window, drawing some annoyed glances from other passengers in the car; she couldn't find it in her to care. This was her moment - her new adventure, new beginning, and if she wanted to stick her head out a window then she could. This was it! The city stretched out before her, faint glowing lights on the horizon, promising her wondrous things, dreams, dances, moments, adventures. She was ready for it all. From the moment the conductor had called "All aboard!" hours before, she was ready. From the moment she bought the ticket. From the moment she first started planning. First started dreaming. Here was that fulfillment.
She put her sandaled feet up on the dashboard and linked her fingers with the other girl, sharing a quick glance between the two of them, full of hope and promises. Freckled skin and sunglasses, the car speeding away towards their dreams matched the hope that filled their young bodies.
The sprinkle of flour on her nose only made her more endearing to him as she whirled around after he tapped her shoulder. He studied the freckled, powder-dusted face before him, and deciding once again that he'd never seen anything more beautiful (even after all these years), he gently placed his lips on her surprised ones.
It has been prophesied that you would come, young one. The girl with the fiery hair looked up from her kneeling position at the queen of the fae and met her eyes. "I intend to fufill the destiny your people outlined for me eons ago." With that, her fate was sealed, and she stood up, ready to take her place among her own kind.
There was a warning, whispered through the halls, whispered in my ears, whispered in my head. "Don't do it," the voices warned, but I walked slowly on, making my way past the locked, white-washed doors to the one third from the end on the right, where I turned to face the small, dingy window before turning the knob and letting it creak open.