"Alchemy" -Sunday Scribblings

An Abby and Across Eldamar Story

“There is a unicorn in my pocket!”

Rachel looked up confused by Abby’s statement. “There’s a what in your pocket?”

Abby held up the detailed golden amulet her great grandmother had given her so Rachel could see it. The tiny ornate oval had a detailed side profile of a unicorn set in the center and six gems ruby, sapphire, emerald, onyx, amethyst, and diamond mounted in a Celtic knot boarder. Abby had forgotten putting the birthday present in her pocket when the chain broke earlier that morning.

Abby began to repeat herself, “there is a unicorn…” but stopped suddenly when she was startled. She thought the tiny engraved unicorn had winked at her. Abby guessed that the supposed movement must have been the light catching the metal.

Abby inspected the piece of jewelery again before slipping it back in her pocket. But this time there was no mistake the movement. The unicorn not only winked; it moved had whole head from a side profile to staring straight at Abby. She gasped and stumbled back in surprise.

“Did you see that?” Rachel didn’t answer. It wasn’t like her not to reply so Abby looked over at her friend. Only she was gone. In fact everything was gone. The trees, the grass, the people, even the sidewalk she had been on was gone. There was no one and nothing around Abby.

She wasn’t where she had been standing. She wasn’t anywhere. There was just the shimmer and sparkle of gold soft and warm around her. It should have been stressful but it was cleansing like a warm shower and freeing as if an invisible load she didn’t even know she had been carrying was suddenly gone.

Nothing made sense. It was like the fuzzy-mind-fog you have when waking from a sound sleep. Abby was in a daze. With each second in the strange state of not being anywhere she noticed new things.

All her life Abby remembered these moments as the sweetest, best, dear memories. All the beauty and joy of the world seemed to flood into her heart and mind. She tasted her favourite foods in the perfect blend of sweet and salt, nothing else ever compared to the memory. She could feel warmth from her head to her toes. She heard the rush of ocean waves and the sound of birds singing, the giggling of flowing brooks and the laughter of children. She smelt sweet grass and wild flowers. The feeling and sensations were quickly changing and building on the last with deeper emotions of joy.

When this strangeness had started she could not perceived her own body. Now she realized she was sitting yet it was more than just sitting. She was moving forward and then she realized she was riding. Abby knew it was horseback riding because had learned to ride summer camp as a girl. Her mount was a beautiful white stallion with a golden spiraled horn in the center of its forehead. The creature moved with beauty and elegance.

“What alchemy had lead her to be riding a unicorn in thing strange place or am I in a coma?” Abby wondered as the beautiful creature race on into the unknown.

The End

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