It was done. And now its pages were blank again (it always happens to it when it’s full).
Kaija sat in her bed and looked in the window with still sleepy eyes. She didn’t remember what happened yesterday. She felt that her hands were covered with something. Skin was too dry.
She looked down at her hands and saw that they were dark red. She licked her finger and felt that familiar taste, salty and bittersweet seductive poison.
‘Blood… Teller.’ — thought she in her sweet agony. Memory slowly came back to her.
That night she saw him for the first time. The only one who could protect her from the darkest shadows, deepest fears of her. Teller saved her then in that forest…
… — Are you alright? Didn’t hurt? – asked he calmly helping her to get up.
— Y-yes. – answered she weeping. She was so much afraid that she could hardly talk.
— Where do you live? I could bring you home. – said he looking in her eyes.
— I.. don’t remember. I’m lost. – murmured she looking at the snow.
He thought for a while and sighed. She noticed that he felt something strange.
— Let’s go. I’ll bring you home.
He brought her to his house. It was a small house near the lake surrounded by the woods. He closed the door and placed her near the fireplace.
She was silently sleeping in the arm-chair then.
— Kaija… — whispered he. — My dear Kaija. Next morn you will forget everything.
— What did you say? — asked she sleepily. — I don’t want to forget it all, Storyteller.
— Storyteller? How do you know? — asked he in his greatest surprise.
— I saw it… You’re Storyteller, right?
— Yes, Kaija. — answered he looking at her.
— You also know who I am! — smiled she and fell asleep again.
He looked at her. Such a little girl in so dangerous place. So strange…
— Sleep well, Kaija. — whispered he to her and kissed her forehead.
— You saved me that night. From that darkest evil… and now… where are you?
She didn’t expect for an answer. She just talked to herself in her empty room.
Kaija closed her eyes and saw him. He was sitting right before her. He put his head on her kneels and embraced her legs.
— I thought it would be better if… you’ll forget it all and live your life. Without magic and wonders. Your human life.
— I’m so tired of that everyone decides what is better for me.. I know what is better and what I need. I know. And I know that I want this if it meant to be so then I have to live with this. I need you by my side, Teller.
He touched her hand and she opened her eyes. He was sitting near holding her hand and looked deep in her eyes.
— Are you sure that you want this? It’s harder than you could ever imagine. It’s Hell. Pure Hell… I.. — said he looking down.
— I want this, Teller. It’s my life and I know what I’m doing. Yes.. I want this. Just never let me fall. Stay here. — whispered she into his ear. Then she softly kissed him and looked at him. She took his hand and put it on her heart. — It’s beating for you.
Linlin's Poetry 