(To the musicians I grew up listening to: Coldplay, U2, The Beatles, Madonna and Michael Jackson!)
"Pick a weapon" An elf says.
I look down at the many weapons. I know I will have to pick the one who speaks to me.
I look at daggers, axes, knifes, swords.. My eyes lands on a sword. I point at it.
"It sends chock though it when you slice it" The elf says.
But I don't see that- I see a beautiful, sharp sword. That will fit exactly into my hand.
It's handle has fabric to protect from hurting your fingers. The metal shines, and I grab it instantly.
"This one" I say. The elf just nods, takes the rest of the weapons, and walks out the door.
I hear a click, and another elf returns. His face is painted green and his clothes are white. I don't ask why.
I ignore the vision, and look at what he's holding. A piece of paper, and a pencil.
He lays it down on the table in front of me. "Write whatever you want to whoever you want, but only one" He says, and looks away as I grab the pencil. I start to write, and the writing appears on the paper, but it's not my handwriting. I look at the writing in confusion, but keep writing.
I can't believe I'm really writing this last letter before I die. But here I am.
Noah. I forgive you for leaving, and all that happened with mom and dad, and I kind of understand why you did it.
Before I die, I will ask you one last favor.
Will you find mother, and tell her that I love her, tell her it's okay, and that she doesn't need to be sad.
Go see William, just to check if he's alright. I love him Noah.
I will not rest in my grave until I know he's okay.
I miss you everyday Noah. It's hurts every time someone says your name.
I want you to live your life, get married to someone you love. I wish only the best for you. Your my brother.
Love your sister Belle..
I nod to myself, and hand over the final letter.
The elf looks down at it, nods and walks out another door.
I sigh to myself, and wait for the next elf to come. I glance down at the sword in my hand.
I see an inscription;
"Fear no more the heat o' the sun/
Nor the furious winter's rages/
Thou thy worldly task hast done/
Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages/
Golden lads and girls all must/
As chimney sweepers come to dust..
I read aloud. Someone is clapping, and I turn to look who it is, but all I see is darkness.
The light has gone out, and all I see is a shape a few feet away. The clapping stops, and I stare into the darkness. I turn the sword in my hand, and it lights up a bit. I fits perfectly in my left hand.
I see another inscription appear;
"Hope' is the thing with feathers/
That perches in the soul/
And sings the tune without the words/
And never stops/ at all
Emily Dickinson" I read aloud.
The clapping starts again, and stops. I look into the darkness again.
"What do you want?" I ask unfriendly.
The person laughs, and it sound like small bells ringing.
"I almost thought you would stab me with that sword" William laughs.
I sigh and my heart sinks in relief. "Will" I say under my breath.
Will moves out of the dark and into the light.
He's shirt is white and a button is missing.
He wears jeans without a belt, so it's fits a little loosely.
He smiles but it doesn't reach the eyes.
"I know the truth" He says.