The bright day was maybe a joy...or full of false hopes.
Hilda was done with the dishes and household chores until the evening drew near, so she went to check on the cake she was about to bake.
Lysandra was sitting near the fire, her arms crossed around her knees and she was staring the orange-red flames of fire. The flames were entangling her thoughts, she was so absorbed that she didn't noticed that her fingers were tickling the flames. Maybe she would burn her fingers but before that she was retracted by a sudden clasp of thunder. She withdrew her hand quickly, getting up from her place and clumsily she went upstairs.
Hilda saw her and called her name but she didn't responded. Hilda thought she must be tired because of her recent illness so she let go of it.
The shadows of evening were growing into pitch black darkness, the lightning was striking with heavy thunders. Something was about to come, something known or something unknown.
Hilda went upstairs but a scene that met her eyes was enough to terrify her. Lysandra was breathing hardly, the patterns of rise and fall of her chest were quite low. She rushed towards her, calling out her name but she wasn't responding at all.
Running downstairs she grabbed her umbrella to get someone but before that, the door flew opened, she felt a dead cold breeze, that burned out all the candles. Leaving everything in complete blackness,a blackness with breath,a blackness with soul,a blackness with something unknown.
Hilda was flabbergasted, her feets stuck, the first thing that popped in her mind was alone...Lysandra was alone upstairs.
She somehow found a candle and burned it but it went out, she carefully felt her way in dark to reach Lysandra. Luckily the candle was still burning in her bedroom, despite the storm outside. She locked the door behind and quickly hugged her unconscious body, tears rolled down Hilda's cheeks.
She sweared not to leave her side for the rest of the night. Lysandra had a high fever, Hilda placed a damp towel on her forehead till the morning, to give her some relief.
A glint of joy was pouring from his cold face, "she's found", only two words and nine characters were enough for him.
That joy was like a venom....
Lysandra got up, Hilda cooked a hot corn soup and asked, about her condition but was stunned to see her blank expressions,she was alright like nothing had happened. She even apologise to Hilda for sleeping early without any celebrations.
Hilda was washed up with strange thoughts, she was unable to figure out that what happened yesterday or it was just her imagination or a bit of reality.....a deep dark reality!