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her body.
“What?! No! What did he do?! Please don’t kill him! You can’t!”
Stella’s lovely face instantly hardened into anger. Her eyes became dilated, her skin turned red, and the silvery light that burned brightly around her turned raging orange. A wind started up around the outside of the building, quickly gaining force.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?! I am the Empress of this island, not you! I will do what I want to do and no one can stop me! I was kind to you; I didn’t have you killed off like many of the others because I saw something in you! And now, you take advantage of my kindness!”
She looked Katherine directly in the eyes.
“Go home! My people will arrange a ship for you. You will forget everything about your trip here! You will be sent home with this Imprint, and we shall torture Oberon every day you are gone! You will feel his pain! And when you kill yourself out of pain and sorrow, he will die with you! I will have rid of the two people on this island who dare threaten my authority! Remises will go unpunished because at least he tried to follow my orders! Maid! Take care of this girl!”
“Katherine! Katherine! Oh my God! You’re alive!”
She looked up into the sun and saw her father’s face. She felt hot sand on her back and heard the calming waves of the ocean to her left.
“Mom?” she was able to get out, but it took a lot of effort. She tried to sit up, but her father wouldn’t let her.
“No, no, stay here and catch your breath. Thank God you’re ok. Where have you been? It’s been three days since you left! Where’s the boat?”
Katherine groaned as she tried to remember what happened, but it was all like a distant dream. . .
“There was a swirling fog on the water . . . I tried to steer the boat towards it, but the closer I got to it, the harder it was to see it . . . I . . . I don’t remember anything else. . .”
“Well, look at what the tide brought in! My darling daughter Kathleen!” she heard her mother yell from up the beach.
“Her name is Katherine, Donna! And it’s not the time to be stupid and careless! Go call an ambulance! We need to get her to the hospital!” Her father turned back to her. “Don’t worry honey, everything is going to be-”
He was interrupted midsentence by Katherine’s screams of agonizing pain. She started writhing on the beach, sand flying up in her father’s face as he tried to steady her and ask her what was wrong. She couldn’t answer though, for the pain was too great for words.
Little did she and her father know that miles away, a man named Oberon was being whipped on his bare back, feeling the exact pain that Katherine was feeling.
The sand started turning red with blood as wounds started opening on her back. Sand entered the wounds and the salt burned her on the inside, stinging like a thousand bee stings. Tears rolled down her face as she could actually feel the hot whip lashing against her back; she couldn’t count how many times it hit her.
The world started to darken and black out.
Katherine later awoke in a hospital bed in a white room with no windows. There was a brown chair off in a corner, a small television set on a shelf above her, and a counter with a sink to her right. Her father was standing to her left, looking down at her face. Once he saw her eyes open, he called for a doctor and told them she was awake.
The next few hours flew by as Katherine was in some sort a trance. Nobody would tell her what was happening, her own father wouldn’t say much other than assure her that everything would be alright. All throughout this time, Katherine sat in her white room on her white bed trying to remember the events of the past few days, but she couldn’t for the life of her.
Nothing made sense to her.
Two days after she had woken up in the hospital she felt her heart start to hurt. Her body became paralyzed and she couldn’t call for help or press the “Call” button on the remote next to her bed. Her heart felt like it was on fire, and though she was paralyzed, she still felt the pain.
I’m having a heart attack, was all she could think.
A loud beeping noise started sounding as one of the machines she was hooked up to said her heart rate was dangerously increasing.
Doctors and nurses rushed into her room shouting orders and putting needles in her arm. One doctor tried pressing some buttons on the machine to see what was wrong, but he couldn’t figure anything out.
Katherine started falling into a deep sleep that she somehow knew she wouldn’t wake up from, but she tried fighting it. Then, like the rush of a wave, everything came back to her. Verimina, a stumpfry, evil sea creatures, Arthur, Remises, the small city, the Celestial Woman Stella. . .and Oberon.
A face flashed in her mind and spoke words to her. It was the face of a beautiful, pale woman with ebony hair that looked as if stars were weaved into it, and eyes blue as the ocean.
“Your suffering in this life is over Katherine, but I will make sure it will not be the end. You will learn to respect those above you.”
The world started to blackout until a small circle of light was all she could see. She saw the face of a man dying. He had pale skin, orange eyes, and short, straight brown hair.
She was able to whisper one word before she died, and no one is entirely certain what it was, but some swear to this day that she said “Oberon” and let go of her last breath.
But what was so important about a character in a Shakespearian play?
Imprint
“What?! No! What did he do?! Please don’t kill him! You can’t!”
Stella’s lovely face instantly hardened into anger. Her eyes became dilated, her skin turned red, and the silvery light that burned brightly around her turned raging orange. A wind started up around the outside of the building, quickly gaining force.
“Who are you to tell me what to do?! I am the Empress of this island, not you! I will do what I want to do and no one can stop me! I was kind to you; I didn’t have you killed off like many of the others because I saw something in you! And now, you take advantage of my kindness!”
She looked Katherine directly in the eyes.
“Go home! My people will arrange a ship for you. You will forget everything about your trip here! You will be sent home with this Imprint, and we shall torture Oberon every day you are gone! You will feel his pain! And when you kill yourself out of pain and sorrow, he will die with you! I will have rid of the two people on this island who dare threaten my authority! Remises will go unpunished because at least he tried to follow my orders! Maid! Take care of this girl!”
“Katherine! Katherine! Oh my God! You’re alive!”
She looked up into the sun and saw her father’s face. She felt hot sand on her back and heard the calming waves of the ocean to her left.
“Mom?” she was able to get out, but it took a lot of effort. She tried to sit up, but her father wouldn’t let her.
“No, no, stay here and catch your breath. Thank God you’re ok. Where have you been? It’s been three days since you left! Where’s the boat?”
Katherine groaned as she tried to remember what happened, but it was all like a distant dream. . .
“There was a swirling fog on the water . . . I tried to steer the boat towards it, but the closer I got to it, the harder it was to see it . . . I . . . I don’t remember anything else. . .”
“Well, look at what the tide brought in! My darling daughter Kathleen!” she heard her mother yell from up the beach.
“Her name is Katherine, Donna! And it’s not the time to be stupid and careless! Go call an ambulance! We need to get her to the hospital!” Her father turned back to her. “Don’t worry honey, everything is going to be-”
He was interrupted midsentence by Katherine’s screams of agonizing pain. She started writhing on the beach, sand flying up in her father’s face as he tried to steady her and ask her what was wrong. She couldn’t answer though, for the pain was too great for words.
Little did she and her father know that miles away, a man named Oberon was being whipped on his bare back, feeling the exact pain that Katherine was feeling.
The sand started turning red with blood as wounds started opening on her back. Sand entered the wounds and the salt burned her on the inside, stinging like a thousand bee stings. Tears rolled down her face as she could actually feel the hot whip lashing against her back; she couldn’t count how many times it hit her.
The world started to darken and black out.
Katherine later awoke in a hospital bed in a white room with no windows. There was a brown chair off in a corner, a small television set on a shelf above her, and a counter with a sink to her right. Her father was standing to her left, looking down at her face. Once he saw her eyes open, he called for a doctor and told them she was awake.
The next few hours flew by as Katherine was in some sort a trance. Nobody would tell her what was happening, her own father wouldn’t say much other than assure her that everything would be alright. All throughout this time, Katherine sat in her white room on her white bed trying to remember the events of the past few days, but she couldn’t for the life of her.
Nothing made sense to her.
Two days after she had woken up in the hospital she felt her heart start to hurt. Her body became paralyzed and she couldn’t call for help or press the “Call” button on the remote next to her bed. Her heart felt like it was on fire, and though she was paralyzed, she still felt the pain.
I’m having a heart attack, was all she could think.
A loud beeping noise started sounding as one of the machines she was hooked up to said her heart rate was dangerously increasing.
Doctors and nurses rushed into her room shouting orders and putting needles in her arm. One doctor tried pressing some buttons on the machine to see what was wrong, but he couldn’t figure anything out.
Katherine started falling into a deep sleep that she somehow knew she wouldn’t wake up from, but she tried fighting it. Then, like the rush of a wave, everything came back to her. Verimina, a stumpfry, evil sea creatures, Arthur, Remises, the small city, the Celestial Woman Stella. . .and Oberon.
A face flashed in her mind and spoke words to her. It was the face of a beautiful, pale woman with ebony hair that looked as if stars were weaved into it, and eyes blue as the ocean.
“Your suffering in this life is over Katherine, but I will make sure it will not be the end. You will learn to respect those above you.”
The world started to blackout until a small circle of light was all she could see. She saw the face of a man dying. He had pale skin, orange eyes, and short, straight brown hair.
She was able to whisper one word before she died, and no one is entirely certain what it was, but some swear to this day that she said “Oberon” and let go of her last breath.
But what was so important about a character in a Shakespearian play?
Imprint
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Publication Date: 06-07-2011
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Dedication:
Dedicated to anyone who has ever wished they were beautiful. It's not as great as it seems...
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