Nick Niven by Jessica Singleton

Nick Niven
A fictional story
By Jessica Singleton


I can feel myself in the bottle,
When the moonlight reaches
through my eyes and pulls
those parts of me in...
I'm there unclothed and
wet from the state you left me in.
I'm floating like a black feather
Swimming inside and then my heart shaped bottle releases me and I'm free.

Niven slipped into her leather boots and wrapped herself into the black wool cloak.
Magic was a black bird that could change forms at will.
A reincarnated soul from the ashes of a mad man magician.
Magic took the form of a black horse when he escorted Niven into the night.
But magic kept the form of a bird most other days.  The bird was a black raven until a human presence came near.
Then the bird became a grey shadow that would play upon your imagination.

Niven road the horse into the dark forest at night when she hunted for food. Niven was a vampire. She was alone in the world. Most her family died in the Black Plague centuries earlier. Now she lived with a ghost that took the form of animals.
It was not lonely for Niven because when you have to watch yourself lose everyone that you ever loved, then it is impossible to replace them.

Niven felt free when she was horse back riding with magic. It felt like flying. The night rushed through her and enveloped her with a sense of life, that she could only dream about.



I will come back and finish this later