A little more?

It's been a busy week with family coming to visit & gearing up again for school to start.  I'm really not anxious AT ALL for school to start but alas the lesson planning has been dominant on my brain right now so writing has taken a small detour.  I'm back at it again tonight and I wanted to throw a little something out there to encourage you to keep reading & me to keep writing. Here is a little more from the same book, I don't expect you'll understand what happens but it might get my creative juices flowing again:

The night was deep and unfolded before Asha as she trudged a solitary stone path towards the entrance to a cave.  Fear curled its fingers around her, her lungs screaming for air as she advanced closer to the cave.  She realized she was holding her breath and exhaled slowly. The uncertainty that crept into her mind as she began this walk was turning quickly to panic as the entrance began to loom ever closer.  Then she saw a solitary figure emerge from the mouth of the cave.  A woman dressed entirely in black with long black hair plaited and piled on top of her head.  Her face showed signs of age though her eyes were sparkling of youth and vigor.  Her face was pale as moonlight against her black clothes and hair, her lips a crimson color reminiscent of blood.  She held up a hand and gestured to Asha to move closer.  Asha hesitated and stopped.  The woman gestured again this time speaking, “Come closer child, I can’t see you.  Where are you?”

A fear as black as the woman’s hair crept into Asha’s mind.  The black fear gripped tighter around her making her vision blurry.  She turned and ran from the cave gasping for breath as she ran but no matter how fast or how far she went every time she looked back the cave and the woman were in the same place.  She collapsed on the stones feeling her cheek hit a jagged edge and split open.  She held her hands to her face feeling the warm blood trickle through her fingers.  She blinked and was lost in an endless black.

She awoke with a start sitting upright in her bed surprised to see the sun shining through her window.  She had slept all night.  The potion had done its work.  Still the fear that clung to her other dreams were sticking to her in this dream.  She shivered and leaned forward resting her head on her knees and closing her eyes.  She kept reminding herself over and over “It was only a dream, just a dream”.  Then she felt something warm on her lap and opened her eyes.  On the sheets a small pool of blood was forming.  She put her hand to her cheek and pulled it away.  Blood stained the tips of her fingers.