falling yvaine ... stardust

The night was beautiful. The sun had just set and it was dark. Lights were shining brightly out of the windows that belonged to the houses of the village below. It was beautiful. It was beautiful every second of the day, but for some reason today it was even more beautiful…
As the night went on more and more the light went out except one. Then it went out. A man stepped out into the dark. Quietly he walked. To the wall. An old man was sat against it. A moment later they started talking. Unfortunately I couldn’t hear not because I was deaf but because I was that far away from them, a light year or so. The young man turned to walk away. Suddenly he turned on his heel and ran through the hole in the wall. The old man shook his fist at him in the air but the young man never looked back. He carried on walking, into the woods, into a totally different world, to his own. Stormhold. But he did not know this until…
I watched and waited for him to come out from the woods but I never saw him. On the other side of the woods, was a fair so crowded that I could not find him until two days later. He came back through the hole in the wall and casually entered the house which he had left two days ago.
9 months went by. The old man was sat against wall when there was a whisper that disturbed him. It was a lady with a basket. The old man leaned over the wall and the lady whispered words, unknown to me, into his ears. He nodded. And walked to the ‘young mans’ house and delivered the basket.
I watched as the years went by the village grew different and stayed the same. The young man now had a child.
The child grew up quickly. And fell in love with a girl.
One night he walked to her house in the darkness and threw something at her window he said something. She then closed the window.
Slowly they walked to the field by the wall. They sat there a while. It looked so lovely and romantic… it was beautiful. They had candles all lit, the flames licking at the darkness.

On the other side of the wall, in Stormhold, at the palace the king was ill in bed his 4 sons were all sat around his bed.

Both the boy and the girl sat there talking and laughing.

A scream echoed. One of the king’s sons had just pushed one of his brothers over the balcony. They started talking again. The king took of his gold necklace, a large ruby in the middle. It hovered in the air. The king starred at it. Then he died. The sons tried to seize the necklace but it flew through the air as though someone had thrown it. It flew through the air. Straight towards me.
It hit me. It hit me hard.
I started to fall. “Yvaine” I could hear my family call me, trying to bring me back. I knew it wouldn’t help. Nothing could help me now.

I fell through the night.