Dream
…" Kill that witch ! "
" Burn her."
" Castrate her ! "
" Hang her , she deceived us ! "
" Today will be the end of her deception "
In the dark moonlight, people were standing with their torches in their hands , others held wooden spears, forks and sticks and weapons of some sort as they cursed .
The dark clouds that hung above the gloomy skies had finally decided it was time to send their prolonged judgment.
The noise grew louder as I approached the crowd , or should I say the angry mob .
Making my way through , I saw an old woman amidst the crowd leaning against her walking stick , the wrinkles on her face shone under the moonlight . She was the only one that had a look of pity on her face .
She shakes her head whenever she hears the crowd curse the woman they were accusing .
Burrowing my way again as I made to walk towards her, many thoughts swarmed my mind .
' What was going on ? '
' Did she commit a crime ? '
Still engrossed in my thoughts I didn't notice I had walked up to her .
She raised her head and looked at me , and shook her head again .
" They are going to execute someone, she committed a crime . A crime of being a Stealer " She said and threw away her gaze , shaking her head the more .
I couldn't understand what the old woman was saying .
A stealer ?
What did she steal ?
I couldn't help but want to know with the intensity the crowd was cursing and ordering her death .
But it seemed like the woman was not up for questions as she was grieved by what was happening. The accused could be her daughter for all I know.
Wait a moment, did she just hear my thoughts? I didn't remember asking her , rather I thought about it .
Well scratch that, maybe I said it but couldn't remember saying it.
I disregarded the thought , and focused on the cause of the commotion .
The little the old woman told me fueled my curiosity to know what the accused woman did , who she was and what she looked like.
I paced faster , squeezing myself amongst the angry mob to reach the front.
I made it to the front , but what I saw sent cold shivers down my spine .
In front of the execution ground, the gallows were set and ready to hang any law defaulter . But from the looks of things they won't be making use of the gallows tonight.
My eyes trailed down to the woman kneeling on the floor with shackles around her hands and feet . Her silver hair that was tainted with dirt and mud, danced and swayed as the cold wind blew
The blue faded dress she wore was tattered , I could make out the dirt on her body thrown at her by the stewing crowd .
Empty shells of eggs lay beside her as the contents were dripping down from her body to the ground. The ones thrown at her face matted some strands of her disheveled hair to her face.
Rotten tomatoes, apples and other foods cling to her cloth like she rolled on them. But the dirt on her didn't hide the ethereal beauty and aura making me want to save her from the claws of the crowd ordering her death.
I gasped when I saw her sorry state , when other eyes held scornful looks mine and the old woman's eyes held pity.
I don't know why I feel these emotions, I feel like I know what she is passing through or worse. The emotions kept swerving within me . I didn't know when I cried, till I felt my cheek wet with tears.
Slowly opening my mouth , I whispered, " I'm sorry " I still did not know why I said that . But I felt like I should apologize for other people's sins.
From my glassy vision I saw her raise her head slowly and meet my gaze .
I let out a shocked gasp when I saw myself, No , the accused woman looked like me ! Everything about her screams me !
But one thing differentiates us , her hair.
Her hair was silver , while mine was raven black.
But how ?
How could she look so much like me ?
That explains the emotions I felt earlier , the need to help her escape, to help her flew from the clutches of her oppressors .
Narrowing my gaze at her, I saw her lips parted and she mouthed one word ' Flee '.
Her words rang in my mind instead of my ears like she telephated to me .
Shocked, I looked around me to see if anyone could hear her , but no one did . By their hateful expressions, I could tell they were too busy pleading her death to hear her.
I also noticed another thing . Nobody seems to see me nor the striking resemblance between us. Their attention was focused solely on her or should I say on how she would be killed.
Could this mean they couldn't see me ? But the old woman did , she even spoke to me !
But one thing confirmed my suspicion, a bulky angry man walked through me to haul rotten fruits at the other me .
Am I dead ? Is she my body ? Why am I nothing but a shadow?
I held my chest , my heart was beating frantically.
With horror filled eyes I looked at her again to see tears swelled up in her eyes as she whispered the word flew to me again which resounded in my mind like an echo .
I was confused at the state I found myself in . Why was she telling me to flee ? And where ?
I felt the shouting and cursing of the angry mob die down , I looked around to find out why .
Two figures dressed in royal attires were now standing on the balcony of a pavilion close to the execution ground .
From the crown on his head I could tell he was the king , and the lad beside him must be his son the prince .
The king's eyes housed no hostility towards the woman , but his son's eyes spoke volumes, his hatred and anger for the woman could be seen in those ocean blue eyes of his .
