Bridgette had been hiking up the side of the Ozark mountains when she fell. She had tripped on a tree root- one of the ones that found its way to sunlight ten feet away from the tree it belonged too. Even though a vast canopy of leaves and branches covered the forest the Fauna and Flora flourished with or without sunlight. Everything was vibrantly alive-trees, animals and even the rocks were numerous. And it was with her head on a bloody rock and the sun overhead that Bridgette regained consciousness. For a minute or an hour she did not know, but Bridgette felt like she had died.
Bridgette felt like she had died and had come face to face with that blinding white light people describe when they say “near death experience.” Yes, she was faced with a blinding light and a vague recognition of who she was. But then there was pain! And blood! Blood that was coming from the back of her head, and had been on her hands. She needed help and yet, for the life of her, Bridgette couldn’t remember where she was.
Looking around, unable to stand on her own, she found that if she reached out and grabbed a low branch then she could hoist herself to her knees and be able to stand then. Despite the pain she did exactly that. She reached, she grabbed, she pulled, she stood. And then Bridgette, disoriented and confused, began walking to the left because she heard noise coming from there and loud voices at that. Things like “glass” and “paint” reached her ears and from this she deduced that it must be a crew of construction workers. A foreman and a few workers, maybe, and as she walked through more trees, a few more building materials reached her ear drums through the ringing in her ears. She came out of the trees to be faced with an enormous hotel.
Or was it?
Whatever it was, it was very dilapidated but it had men working on it from all angles. As Bridgette’s eyes raked over the ivy covered limestone and the grounds she could see she took in the repaired part of the roof (now being painted plum instead of its drab brown) and she could sense this hotel was a woman. In her despair she was beautiful and like her name, La Luna, this hotel would go thru phases like the moon. Bridgette could tell that La Luna was waning now, but soon she would be full and beautiful again. Like a good woman, La Luna was sheltering and fruitful, Bridgette thought after noticing her five floors and many windows. Along with her hypnotic state, this grand lady brought along with her a reverie that took some of the pain and shock from Bridgette’s injury but it was the fountain that called to Bridgette something she couldn’t deny.
The fountain that was half copper half green with age casted a spell with people since the first day it was erected. It may have been the horses that let the clearest water Bridgette had ever seen flow from their mouths. Or the fish that encircled the base seeming to support the horses lest they fall into the large basin of spring water below. Or it may have been the little fae, that held little scepters in their little hands, that seemed to smile and frown at the same time. It was the one little faerie baby who sat on top that really caught Bridgette’s eye. The one who seemed to know all the secrets that passed on the grounds of La Luna. La Luna was built in the late eighteen eighties and this little fae baby was witness to fifty one years of secret trysts in the night and lavish garden parties in the day. He was also the only part of the fountain untouched, completely, by green age and as such this made him king over all. He was glamorous and while striking a benevolent pose, he could be cruel. His eyes told her that and his eyes were the same eyes that she was faced with when a hand grabbed her shoulder and turned her around quickly.
Benevolent, but they could be cruel and they were something. After all, having one eye a pale blue and the other green with brown points like a star was something. He started asking her things, but his voice was low and it couldn’t reach past the ringing she heard. The man, dressed in a doctor’s coat and a fine linen suit underneath removed his hand from her shoulder and both his extraordinary eyes and Bridgette’s were drawn to the blood on his fingers. Perhaps it was the shock of seeing more blood, or maybe it was the ringing in her ears, but it was most like the force of being turned around quickly coupled with a hard blow to the head, mixed in with shock that caused Bridgette to crumble to the ground at this doctor’s feet.
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