The Journey of the Light Muse

The night was dark due to the hidden light of the New Moon. Fog rolled across the kingdom and swirled out into the surrounding wood. A young princess snuck past the guards of the castle as she made her way to the Southern Grass. The yard was covered in tall, maze-like hedges that surrounded a large pooled fountain. “Inspira..” A low voice whispered from the dark.

“Who’s there,” the young Princess whispered back. She continued past the fountain as she followed the whispers toward the dark woods.

“Inspira…” the gentle voice came again.

Inspira lingered along the edge of the wood, hesitant to enter into the pitch-black night. “Yes, who is there.”

Suddenly, Inspira began to make out a dark figure a few yards into the woods. As it appeared to float closer towards her, Inspira began to back away.

“Don’t be afraid, Dear Princess,” a women’s voice came from the figure. Slowly, the robed figure began to illuminate, lightening up the woods around it. Inspira could make out a young woman with gentle features. She had brown hair that peaked out of her hood.

“Who are you,” Inspira asked the figure.

“I am the Light Worker. I am here to seek out healers of the darkness, who will journey to lands unknown; to save The Light.”

“I do not understand,” Inspira responded. “I am not a healer. I am just a Princess.”

“Why else would I be here if you were not,” the Light Worker said. “How else would I have known your name, child? You are indeed, a healer.”

“How is that possible,” Inspira said. “None of this make’s sense. Who, or what, is the light?”

“The Light is our source. Where we began, and where we end. Without The Light, there would be no humanity, no life; only death.”

“This is crazy, I must be dreaming. I am going to go back to my bed now so that I can wake up from this.”

Just as she turned around, however, The Light Worker had appeared in front of her. “The Light speaks to you, Child,” The Light Worker said to Inspira.

“Speaks to me,” she asked. “The only voice I have heard in this insane dream was yours. I have not heard any other voice.”

“The Light speaks to you in purple.”

“The color,” Inspira spit out in frustration. “How does anything speak in color. That definitely does not make any sense.” The Princess whisked past the figure and made her way back towards the tall hedge.

Before heading back into the castle, Inspira turned to look back towards the woods, but the figure was gone.

Princess Inspira slid into the private entrance near the garden and headed through the halls back up to her room. Her door creaked as she opened it and she rushed in. She crashed into her bed and threw the covers over her head.

The next morning the sun shine filtered through her window, waking her up. Almost forgetting her encounter, she slid out of bed and made her way to her wardrobe. The smell of breakfast lingered under the crack in her door and made it’s way to her nose. The King and Queen would be expecting her to join them soon. She picked out her light green spring dress and headed over to her wash bowl. Just as she passed her dresser, she caught a glimpse of the purple flowers that rested in her crystal vase. She silently laughed at herself thinking about the possibility of hidden messages inscribed within the petals.

Inspira quickly dressed and made her way down stairs for breakfast. As she entered the dinning hall, she could hear her mother’s voice in the distance. Inspira followed it through the door on the side of the room. In the kitchen, the Queen was pacing back and forth. “I don’t understand how this happened,” she said in a frustrated tone. “Elizabeth, you tend the gardens. What in the world happened to my Bellflowers?” Her mother waived a wilted handful of flowers in the maid’s direction.

“I am not really sure, your Majesty. Diana was in charge of the greenery on the west side of the yard. I will speak to her at once.” Elizabeth hurried off.

“Mom,” Inspira called to her mother. “What happened?”

The Queen sighed and rubbed her forehead as she fanned the wilted flowers in her daughter’s direction. They were lifeless and almost black.

“I think some pest has gotten a hold of them and has given them some kind of disease. I’m not sure why I am being so sensitive about this,” the Queen said with a slight chuckle. She sighed again. She threw the flowers onto the kitchen counter and headed towards the dinning hall. “Breakfast should be served soon.”

She left Inspira to her thoughts as she exited the room. The princess' mind flooded as she stared down at the wilted Bellflower, the same purple flower on top of her dresser.

She slowly made her way out the back door and into the garden. She turned the corner to the west side floral patches. She stopped in her tracks as she saw the pile of withered bellflowers slumped over on the ground. The other flowers intertwined in the landscape all stood, beautifully perked and untouched. Inspira’s chest felt tight as she struggled to find her breath. She felt dizzy and flushed. She stepped back and turned away from the flowers. She took in slow, long breaths to catch her bearings. She bent over, her hands on her knees as she did her best to remain stable.

As she regained her breathe, she slowly stood up and looked out towards the woods. In the darkness of the trees, she could make out a faint light.

“The Light speaks to you in purple,” a faint voice called to her and she knew she had no other choice but to answer it.

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