Darkness in Welinburg
Do not spread false reports. Do not help a wicked man by being a malicious witness. Exodus 23:1
The heavy clouds move in and cover the evening sky. Darkness lingers above. For once before, in this sleepy little village tucked away in the deep thick Forests of Vonstich, lived much content everyday townsmen. Townsmen of Welinburg spent their hours serving their Master above. Villagers loved one another practicing patience and great hospitality. Happiness was the tune in which was sung. Children of Welinburg spent their mornings and early afternoons in the one room school house aged with tradition and generations while mothers kept their house a timeless loving home. From suns early rise to first glimpse of the frosty moon, fathers turned the soil and cultivated the land surrounding the village that was bordered by the Forests of Vonstich.
But a heavy force was moving in. The aged maple and walnut trees stood tall. The evening was growing still as the last of the season's leaves brushed along the thick air. For if these long winding branches could speak for all they had seen, what tales would they indeed tell?
She sits among the still darkness in the sitting room of the old Brunstig Manor. The daunting creak of the pine rocking chair echoes through the empty house. She rocks back and forth. Her tresses short and ebony hang flat against her thin long pale face. The dark shadows cast fading sunlight reflecting her narrow point of a nose. Her deep narrow eyes laden with heavy black mascara gaze out the front manor's window. She looks downward on her arm where a small charm bracelet encircles her faint wrist. Engraved are the letters R-e-b-e-c-c-a.
She stands up. A pale blue floral dress with lace stitched to the hemline falls lightly on the wooden floor. Her tall frame walks toward the window. Her gaze shifts as she notices the house across the street. Traipsing up the stone walk way is Anna. Anna with her long brown hair wrapped in a loose wavy bun and fair petite frame holds a delicate plate. From within the aged walls of the Brunstig Manor, she can't make out the contents in which rest on the porcelain plate. She watches as Anna enters through the front double doors. Greeted by other Welinburg women, she enters the old church building.
Unable to resist her urge to discover all of which she may be missing out, she leaves the sitting room window and grabs her midnight blue coat from one of many hooks in the foyer. She pauses at the vanity and picks up her silk ebony scarf. Wrapping it around her frail head, she stares at the reflection in the mirror. Beautiful and radiant she believes. Vain and homely in truth.
She walks down the steps of the old Brunstig Manor, crosses the narrow slow stream that runs in the front yard and begins to cross the gravel street.
Inside the old church building Rebecca sees silhouettes embracing and laughing. Some are standing while others are sitting.
"What are they doing," she wonders aloud.
A woman carrying a small child on her hip brushes past, up the stone walk. Her hair pale and short to the chin. The woman turns back and shyly gives a smile. She is welcomed with a kiss on the cheek as the greeter engulfs the small child with seemingly warm words and tenderness.
Rebecca continues on. Excited for the thrill of flourishing among new people, especially women without re prose. She knows they are meek and mild. She believes they are weak and lack capacity. She presumes they measure below and lack depth. This excites her. For she thinks highly of her self with much conceit and enjoys the challenge of breaking the spirits of women.
The night moon shines down on her pale face as she looks toward the sky.
The energy is heavy. Heavy with lust and deceit. Her blackened heart throbs with desire. Lusting after fresh blood. Beating towards the gain of precious human life and it's destruction.
Within the walls of the old white church they are not yet aware of her curse. She flashes them a striking smile, rich with her flaming heart. Some look away for they are gifted with discernment. Other flock to her blindly for they are betrothed by her charisma. She stands straight and tall. Her frailness shifts.
Anna sips her tea from the opposite corner of the room, in which the women of Welinburg are beginning an evening word enrichment study.
She studies not her book of statutes but this woman of darkness not yet understood. She sits watching as the woman moves in and out of conversations between the others. She notices the color of light rose on the woman's cheeks where only moments before were pale and colorless. This trembles Anna causing her to shift in her chair.
Ms. Violet stands at the oppodium addressing all the ladies. She encourages them to take their seats and listen. She reads through the week's meeting agenda and announcements. Ms.Violet reads the scripture from her book of statutes aloud to the group.
The women clasp each others dainty hands and bow their heads. Ms.Violet begins with thanksgiving to their Lord. She proceeds with awareness and concern for other villagers and the poor.
Rebecca remains in her chair with arms stretched out holding the hands of two innocents. She wonders in amazement why these women are paying any mind to meaningless matters. It sickens her inside to sit and listen to such that is a waste of time.
She pondered with much interest who each of these women were. What made them so popular among each other. What their families were like. What their husbands were like. What they were like behind closed doors.
After evening prayer over the village, Ms. Violet turns her attention to the woman with the ebony scarf.
"Welcome ma'am, do stand up and tell us about yourself."
"What is your name, where do you hail from?"
The tall woman from the old Brunstig Manor stands up and unties her scarf. Her eyes dark, cold and hollow scan the room connecting eyes with each of the women. For this is the moment she has been waiting for since arriving to Welinburg. The woman from the forest.
I hope you enjoyed the first part...Come back tomorrow for the next chapter, if you like.
bye, for now
But a heavy force was moving in. The aged maple and walnut trees stood tall. The evening was growing still as the last of the season's leaves brushed along the thick air. For if these long winding branches could speak for all they had seen, what tales would they indeed tell?
She sits among the still darkness in the sitting room of the old Brunstig Manor. The daunting creak of the pine rocking chair echoes through the empty house. She rocks back and forth. Her tresses short and ebony hang flat against her thin long pale face. The dark shadows cast fading sunlight reflecting her narrow point of a nose. Her deep narrow eyes laden with heavy black mascara gaze out the front manor's window. She looks downward on her arm where a small charm bracelet encircles her faint wrist. Engraved are the letters R-e-b-e-c-c-a.
Outside the walls of her dwelling, a quiet still village tuck themselves away for nights rest. But inside the old Brunstig Manor, dark unknown forces quake. Brewing plots of destruction. Plots of wickedness. Plots of pain. Plots of evil.
She stands up. A pale blue floral dress with lace stitched to the hemline falls lightly on the wooden floor. Her tall frame walks toward the window. Her gaze shifts as she notices the house across the street. Traipsing up the stone walk way is Anna. Anna with her long brown hair wrapped in a loose wavy bun and fair petite frame holds a delicate plate. From within the aged walls of the Brunstig Manor, she can't make out the contents in which rest on the porcelain plate. She watches as Anna enters through the front double doors. Greeted by other Welinburg women, she enters the old church building.
Unable to resist her urge to discover all of which she may be missing out, she leaves the sitting room window and grabs her midnight blue coat from one of many hooks in the foyer. She pauses at the vanity and picks up her silk ebony scarf. Wrapping it around her frail head, she stares at the reflection in the mirror. Beautiful and radiant she believes. Vain and homely in truth.
She walks down the steps of the old Brunstig Manor, crosses the narrow slow stream that runs in the front yard and begins to cross the gravel street.
Inside the old church building Rebecca sees silhouettes embracing and laughing. Some are standing while others are sitting.
"What are they doing," she wonders aloud.
A woman carrying a small child on her hip brushes past, up the stone walk. Her hair pale and short to the chin. The woman turns back and shyly gives a smile. She is welcomed with a kiss on the cheek as the greeter engulfs the small child with seemingly warm words and tenderness.
Rebecca continues on. Excited for the thrill of flourishing among new people, especially women without re prose. She knows they are meek and mild. She believes they are weak and lack capacity. She presumes they measure below and lack depth. This excites her. For she thinks highly of her self with much conceit and enjoys the challenge of breaking the spirits of women.
The night moon shines down on her pale face as she looks toward the sky.
The energy is heavy. Heavy with lust and deceit. Her blackened heart throbs with desire. Lusting after fresh blood. Beating towards the gain of precious human life and it's destruction.
Within the walls of the old white church they are not yet aware of her curse. She flashes them a striking smile, rich with her flaming heart. Some look away for they are gifted with discernment. Other flock to her blindly for they are betrothed by her charisma. She stands straight and tall. Her frailness shifts.
Anna sips her tea from the opposite corner of the room, in which the women of Welinburg are beginning an evening word enrichment study.
She studies not her book of statutes but this woman of darkness not yet understood. She sits watching as the woman moves in and out of conversations between the others. She notices the color of light rose on the woman's cheeks where only moments before were pale and colorless. This trembles Anna causing her to shift in her chair.
Ms. Violet stands at the oppodium addressing all the ladies. She encourages them to take their seats and listen. She reads through the week's meeting agenda and announcements. Ms.Violet reads the scripture from her book of statutes aloud to the group.
The women clasp each others dainty hands and bow their heads. Ms.Violet begins with thanksgiving to their Lord. She proceeds with awareness and concern for other villagers and the poor.
Rebecca remains in her chair with arms stretched out holding the hands of two innocents. She wonders in amazement why these women are paying any mind to meaningless matters. It sickens her inside to sit and listen to such that is a waste of time.
She pondered with much interest who each of these women were. What made them so popular among each other. What their families were like. What their husbands were like. What they were like behind closed doors.
After evening prayer over the village, Ms. Violet turns her attention to the woman with the ebony scarf.
"Welcome ma'am, do stand up and tell us about yourself."
"What is your name, where do you hail from?"
The tall woman from the old Brunstig Manor stands up and unties her scarf. Her eyes dark, cold and hollow scan the room connecting eyes with each of the women. For this is the moment she has been waiting for since arriving to Welinburg. The woman from the forest.
I hope you enjoyed the first part...Come back tomorrow for the next chapter, if you like.
bye, for now
