fantasy
Riley Morgan
12
The cry of Midnight Ray.
There it is again. That same cry. You’ve been hearing it for weeks—or was it months..? You aren’t quite sure anymore.
You gaze out the window of your apartment, opening it slightly to breathe in some of the crisp, night air. And that’s when you see It. When you see THEM. That familiar yet unknown individual.
They have long, recently windblown, pastel blue hair which cascades down Their shoulders, like a flowing waterfall, stopping near Their knees. They have large, round yellow eyes, which are surrounded with purple-ish eyelashes. The most intriguing part of Their appearance is the teal motif on Their forehead, which looks vaguely floral-esque in design.
You’ve never been able to tell what, exactly, Their gender is. They have a delicately feminine yet masculine face. Their build is lithe in structure, being leanly muscular, graceful and nimble.
As you watch Them, you notice that They’re watching you as well. They look up at you, just watching. They let out that cry—the same one that’s been haunting you, then, They turn and walk back into the neighbouring forest, as if taunting you, wanting you to follow.
You, despite your better judgement, decide to follow Them. So you close your window, have a quick shower, change into outdoor clothes, pack a backpack with some items, then leave your apartment.
You lock the front door behind you, put your keys into your backpack with your phone and other items, like a flashlight, spare batteries, some snacks, etc, then leave your apartment building—unaware that you just sealed your fate.
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