A girl cursed by an evil witch to relive the lives of different princesses when she falls asleep. One constant remains the same in all her dreams, one day her prince will come. The only question is will he save her in time?
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Chapter 11- Tower
I woke up with a jolt of my elbow and my head rolling to the side. It was one of the most uncomfortable ways I've woken up so far.
I was leaning in front of a petite window overlooking the sky. My hand was positioned on my cheek in contentment. The view was breathtaking, and for once in a good way.
In the distance, way above the mountains bright lights filled the sky. Lanterns floated through the air, illuminating the night with a light golden pink hue. The sight was beautiful and I couldn't tear my eyes away. Never had I seen so many lanterns at once, nor so exquisitely.
I filled the path of one peeking over the mountains straight ahead. From my vantage point it was no bigger than a pin. I followed its journey drifting upwards until I could no longer differentiate it among the others.
I'd like to think I still saw it rise higher than my view.
Sitting and watching the alluring charm of the lanterns brought a much needed wave of calm over me. There was something relaxing about watching something so delightful and focusing on a particular detail.
With all the craziness of figuring out this curse, I've never had a moment of complete serenity as I just did. Oftentimes my thoughts would overwork me into a frenzy and make my muscles clench in anticipation of something terrible happening.
I remained in this tranquil state watching the lanterns rise. I was broken from the peaceful spell when I looked down.
Seeing how high up I was, I instinctively scooted back away from the window. I was expecting to be relatively close to the ground or a normal height for a house. I was not anticipating being nearly a hundred feet up!
I could have fallen out easily. I berated myself for leaning against the window so carelessly.
Where could I be that would cause me to be somewhere this high? I swallowed nervously realizing I had to look out the window for the answer.
I took tentative steps to the window, taking much longer than necessary out of caution. I peered over hesitantly, my hand barely sticking out of the window.
I've encountered death more often than I would like, mostly from unnatural causes. I was not going to die then and there from falling out a window.
I seemed to be in a tower of sorts. I could faintly hear the sound of running water behind me and could make out the tops of trees directly ahead. This was a place meant to be hidden which did not bode well for me.
How was I going to get help if no one could find me?
I took it upon myself to look for an exit. I was so captivated by the lanterns I failed to notice just how little light they produced amid the evening. I adapted and worked feverishly in the dark to find an exit.
