Chapter I, Pt I Remastered

As Adeline opened the lids of her eyes, she felt a softness against her face. A small cherry blossom had befallen the frontal of her small cherub cheek. She placed it carefully in her hand as she sat up, noting the softness, the sheer delicate constitution of this pink beauty of fragility. Little Adeline became acutely aware of the morning shower. However, this shower was not of water, nor cats and dogs, but pink petal'd cherries landing with a careful tip-toe fashion all around her. An overwhelming feeling uplifted her, it was an instantaneous moment of stunning happiness in witnessing this light shower of sweet pinkettes.

She looked below, and at herself.

"Absolutely lovely garments," she thought.

She had on a small, simple pink dress. Around her neck a scarf of white gauze presented itself, and just below it, a gold chain bearing a metallic fork with a kitten's head attached to it. Black silver shined from the kitten's head, its eyes closed, mouth upturned into a happy smile. Supporting her body was the soft bed of fallen blossoms and petals, which seemed to be pouring down from a hole in the ceiling above.. The whole world was made of pink and she was apart of it!

But where was she?

She did not know.

Who was she?

She thought back a moment.

"My name is Adeline," she suddenly spoke. A gasp escaped her small body. Was that her voice? It was a soft voice, a child's voice. She touched her trembling lips, then slowly made her way to her feet. Taking note of her surroundings further, she saw that she was in an old abondoned church house. The woodwork of the whole building was long old and greyed to disuse, and many of the pews laid askew in a non-linear fashion as if moved by an invisible force. There was the sound of trickling water nearby, and the whole area seemed a feeling of light dampness about the air, and the morning Sun was bearing down its golden rays, lightly toasting her skin. The small bed of flowers from whence she awoke was on dark barren earth, seemingly the centrepiece of the cathedral from where she now stood. She couldn't help but feel that there was something magickal about her whereabouts somehow, that something intangible was in someway charging her with a sort of excitement. Exciting? Yes, for the shock of her voice fuel'd it, a growing emotion of unknowing and fearful excitement. Why hadn't she known her own voice?

Nearby, she spotted a small pool of water and made her way across the cold hardwood floors. The grey aged floorboards were cold and felt almost like a cushion as it bent beneath her steps, lightly as she did. With each step, she could almost feel the water being squeezed beneath her, her imagination imaging a bubbly clear fluid frothing from the ground. Kneeling next to the shallow pool of clear blue, she gazed at the reflection back at her. A small child was there, looking back at her serenely with softened, turqautic pools of seeing. Long soft locks of hair curled down like rose-vines to the back-end of her tiny waist. Fitting nicely on her head, was a small pink bow, befitting of her other simplistic apparel. How old was this child? Seven? Eight? Hardly anymore than that.

She giggled.

"Little... Adeline," her own voice softly whispered in her mind.

At once a painful barrage of visions began to flood her mind. She could make no real sense of them, they passed far too fast for her mind's eye. And there was pain, more evident than not, it was searing and burning its way through, trying to find the path. Her head was on fire and she could not stop it. This burning did not touch her outer-skin, it was all inside, as if a great surge of liquid fire were rumbling and tumbling upwards from her head, driving and trying, but not quite, out of her head, as if to pour forth from her ears, eyes, nose, and mouth in great gushes of fiery tumolt.

"What is this," her small voice cried out loudly in her head.

Footsteps. Clanking armor. Someone was approaching.