Note of my heart

My consciousness began to return to me, the smell of vanillin pleasantly entered my nose to activate the neurons of my brain, I heard a little awkward playing on a stringed instrument and this interested me strongly, because this is something new on such a familiar street, I slowly opened my eyes, with big bags under them, stretched my arms, legs, neck and began to get up.                                                                                                                                                                    

 Once at the window a few minutes later, I took a look at the street which lost its color due to dye. And I saw a small crowd of people in the park looking at young lady creating a bewitching, if awkwardly sad melody. Known to my heart as much as it could be possible. as is she knew all my feelings and was able to express them with her performance. So sad and so lonely...                

But can you call her just an ordinary lady?                                                                                             

I wondered without taking my eyes off her for a second. After all, she is a truly unimaginable picture. If I were asked to describe her in one word, I would say that this is  an angel descended to this planet, why is there more then one word? Cause she's too out of this world. Despite neither the painted glass nor the distance, I could easily see her golden hair flowing to her knees, like a sunshine waterfall giving living water to all creatures, her miniature figure holding musical instrument gives it seriousness. AN elegant and as if it was carved from marble face, with small lips and a nose and eyes...                                                                                                         

These eyes, in which any person would be ready to drown of their own free will, the hour they sees them. And I noticed something strange, a slight glow emanated from her, which rippled apart to the color that was around her. Staring at her fascinated, I still do not understand that this meeting will violently and fundamentally change my life.                                                               

When she finished playing, she put her instrument back into the case and seemed to evaporate into the bustling life of the street, taking with her the light that she had spread.           I stood in a trance for another half of hour before I came to my senses. I looked around my still dark room, and two things appeared in the sight of my eyes. My breakfast, which the governess brings every morning, before I wake up. It consists of fried eggs, two toasts, sausages and tomato juice.                                                                                                                          

The second, something unusual, small balls of light slowly hovered, illuminating small areas of my room. I reached out and touched one of them and I felt burning sensation, not like it used to be when I ran out into the sun  and got a huge amount of pain. Burning, the created warmth that filled my soul. When I tried to touch another light, they all evaporated in the darkness of the room, I sat down on the bed and automatically began to have breakfast and fell into my thought about this young lady, about light emanated by her, about her sad and lonely melody and about this spherical lights.                                                                                                                    

'What is that? maybe she is an elf or angel, or goddess as I read in the tails. Maybe she have magical powers.'- I fell into my thoughts more and more, imagining scenarios in my head.           hoping that I would see her performance again in the future ,finishing my breakfast, I looked around, nothing changed.                                                                                                                            

I got up and went to the wardrobe filled with my clothes  and took out an old blade hidden in it. The only two things left of them is  black leather coat and this dark blade.                                   Why do the needed something like this I asked myself a thousand times, but had no answer for that. I could only imagine that they were heroes. And this is my excuse for them why they left me.                                                                                                                                                             

I looked at the flat surface of a high quality sword, without the slightest flaw, without a pattern, just a blade. I started training imagining that I'm hero and that world gonna be saved by me. Soon enough I was tired, as if the blade was sipping my energy. I put it in the sheath and leaned it on the bad. I caught my breath and sweat began to come down, but my veins still were dark. And as usual, after training with this blade, my vision defocused , I feel and lost consciousness.