Music in The Shadows

7. A Master Piece Behind Skin

Unkown POV

As the sun rose, her eyes opened. Turquoise crystals. Emerald stones. Her eyes were the most unique part of her whole being. On her right eye, shone green and on her left sparkled a deep blue.

The people in the village always stared and pointed, so inquisitive yet small-minded on the reasons her eyes had been this way.

"The unlucky one."

"The cursed one."

"Demon witch."

They all had whispered upon seeing her walk around the village since young.

"Yet they had every reason to be skeptical of what I am.. " she thought.

The young woman let out a soft sigh and stretched out onto the bed, her arms stretching beside her. She felt the space was empty and the blanket in its place rumpled.

Her husband was a quiet man who took his work very seriously- he wss also an early riser. His scent filled the sheets she slept in, an earthy masculine scent that made her smile. Even though their marriage had been arranged you'd think it would be harder to get along especially with him being so silent.

Needless to say, he treated her perfectly. They worked well together and grew comfortable with each other over time. On some days, she would take up the task of skinning the animals they caught- her husband would be the one to hunt, it always worked vice versa for the past couple of years.

She rose from the bed, her feet immediately touching the floor as the mattress they slept on was low.

She could hear the sound of strong metal connecting roughly with hard oak wood.

It didn't take her long to familiarize the loud thuds, to her husband chopping wood for today's fire.

She placed her cold palms onto her cheek-to wake her up a bit so that she could begin her day. Slowly moving towards the wooden dresser her husband had made and carved for her, she began to pick out the clothes she would need for today.

While she dressed into her simple clothes and removed her rugged night dress, she checked on her little Dove.

Brushing a hand on her pearly soft skin.. The woman couldn't help but smile. It was 6 years ago, that she had been blessed with her little dove, it had been the most painful of nights. She had been 7 months pregnant and fear lingered in the air. She had never seen her husband look so lost, especially with the time she had spent with him. Her little Dove was born prematurely. She had been so delicate and fragile that her husband refused to hold her for the first two months, as he feared he may cause her harm. She couldn't blame him, as she had felt the same, her little Dove could fit in her two palms and that's how tiny her Dove had been. She'd be lying if this did not cause a sense of protectiveness for her little Dove

She felt blessed.. And so lucky to have received her Dove. The labor was the worst.. But what had come after, made up for it all. She would go through the pain over and over again, if it meant that she could keep her little Dove in her loving arms.

The young mother couldn't help but give a soft squeeze to her little Dove's cheek. The young child sleepily smiled and then looked up into her mother's eyes. Batting her eyelashes once, twice and even thrice. It seemed as if she was trying to bat the sleepiness away. Her warm molten eyes looked into her mother's and the young mother couldn't help but have her heart fill with the most delightful warmth upon seeing her sweet eyes, the same eyes she had inherited from her father.

"Will you come hunting with me this morning my little Dove?" the mother asked with a kind and gentle voice, softly pushing back the fair hair that was just like hers.