Phases

Chapter 1: Once Upon a Time

Dying. I always thought that it was simple, really. Like your soul descends into oblivion and roams around the universe. An eternity of nothingness.
My death was taken away from me. Some say I didnt die at all, but when time stops, doesn't your soul stop to. My story stopped that day. Time didn't pass. Years were never slow and certainly never to fast.
I should have died that day. That's were where my story should have ended. But, I was no normal girl, it was no normal day, and a goddess does not normally care about a human's life.

400 years ago
Today had to be the absolute coldest day of the year, and the snow. That god-awful snow was falling about like it was trying to spite me. The only day it should be allowed to snow on is Christmas if you asked me. Sitting on the window sill, I breathed on the frost covered glass to wipe away the creeping white to look outside.
Papa had said there was a solar eclipse today. He said it would be beautiful, but nothing looked different to me. The huge forest, bare and dead, surrounded our cottage. The woods looked dark and gloomy just as they did every winter, nothing new.
Staggering out of the study came my papa. At 6'7 he was a giant, always having to bend to avoid the low ceiling and door frames, he developed a permanent hunch back. That didn't matter though, everything that mattered to Papa was in his head. He tends to get stuck up there, and forget about the real world.
"Evelyn!" He shouts at the top of his lungs in the direction of my room.
"I'm right in front of you." I say smiling slightly as he often was blind as a bat.
He adjusted his bulky glasses and astrology manuscripts he was holding tightly, looking me right in the eye. "Eve, I'm freezing my toes off in here. Why haven't you gone to get more wood for the fire?" He scoffs as if he'd told me a thousand times before.
"Fine, but if I'm going to succumb myself to the chills that await me outside," I say dramatically, "Than you must make me some rabbit for dinner."
"I hate cooking." Papa looked at me with a playful yet nasty face.
"Do we have a deal?" He answered with slight nod and walked back into the study.
Going to my small room, which could also be considered a big closet, I pull on a gray trench coat, black gloves, a purple itchy scarf and combat boots. My tan dress hanging limply to my frail body. I go the mirror to try and make myself look presentable. I mean who knows how many handsome men could be just wandering around the woods. Well I guess do, considering I've only met two men in my life, Papa and a old friend of my mothers.
My long brown tresses reached just below the middle of my back. My eyes are a ugly dark brown, my absolute least favorite part about my appearance. Assessing myself, I pull my hair into a low bun and put on my black hat my mother knitted for me long ago. She'd always busy herself with mindless crafts always saying she was going stir crazy.
I make a run for it out the cabin and into humongous barn. I say hello to each horse and Burt, our watchdog. Who happens to never move, and only keep his eyes on his food. Sometimes I have to poke him make sure he's not dead. Some watchdog, he's to lazy to even move his head when I walked in. I grab the sled and struggle to pull it out through the barn doors into the awful cold.
I start treading my way through the snow. I already can feel Jack Frost working his magic on my face, fingers and toes. Gosh, I hate winter.
Rounding the first bend of Lake Tarlay, I look down at the frozen ice. I couldn't help noticing how beautiful it looked. My mother and I used to go skating when I was younger before she passed. Crossing the lake was forbidden now, of course. Since her passing, my father has been very cautious about everything I do, saying "nothing can be trusted." He became very protective after what happened to my mother.
Pushing the branches aside, I follow the short path to the wood pile. Ice covers the trees make them look unnaturally beautiful. Papa cut wood out here because he said only the most beautiful animals of the land lived in this part of the forest. The wood pile was massive due to Papa 'relieving his stress.' I gather up enough wood for the night onto the sled. With snow crunching beneath me, I make my way out of the gloomy atmosphere eager to return to the cabin.
A growl. I hadn't noticed how silent in was before. I turn around to look at the woods. Wolves usually don't bother Papa when he's out here. A growl. Papa always said the wolves were friendly. A growl.
I turn around once again and see him, a massive beast stalking out of the woods, black as night. He looked liked a monster the way his red eyes glowed. From the look in his eyes, I knew he wanted to kill me. We stare at each other for a moment, I hold my breath, I could see he was waiting to see what I'd do.
I whipped around, discarding the sled, and ran. I went straight across the lake without thinking. I probably have a better chance anyway to get the cabin alive. Papa, please don't be mad at me. I hear the monster behind me, but I don't dare turn around. The noises he makes reminds me of a evil laugh, but that's crazy, wolves don't laugh. I look up wishing this was all a dream and see the moon about to cover the sun. The eclipse Papa talked about. It looked almost unnatural. I push legs to move faster, almost lay slipping on the ice. Again I look and see the moon was about to cover the sun completely, I keep blinking trying to look yet not hurt my eyes.
The moon covers it in 3...2...1.  
        The wolf's body slam into me sending me flying forward. I break the ice on impact. I myself being down, swimming upward as hard as I could but I just keep sinking. I felt the water filling my lungs as I claw at the water trying to escape. My gets tangled legs, I can barely move. I know I'm going to die. I look up at the moon and ask it silently to save me. A silly thing to do.
White light came crashing through the terrifyingly dark water around me. As I was losing consciousness, I watched as the light became a cocoon around me, protecting me from anything and everything. I close my eyes, my last thought being 'Goodbye Papa.'

As years passed Evelyn's hair became whiter and whiter till it was the color of snow. Her gray eyes became the same shade as the moon, almost as if it got trapped within them. Spring, summer, fall, winter, Evelyn remained in her oblivion. A legend she had become.