She wasn't like the other children of the town; while they
went to school each day, and ran outside and played, she stayed inside the old
house, with its high-reaching iron gates that gave it a foreboding and
unwelcoming presence.
From a window on one of the upper floors she watched the
goings on of the town's children, safely in the shadows through the telescope
her parents had given her a long time ago.
She watched and observed them as they skipped happily to
school with their friends in the mornings, and in the afternoons when their
parents would come to meet them on their way home.
It was a very idyllic town and its townsfolk were happy and
content, even with the looming shadow that old mansion cast down upon it from
the hill above.
Her parents had been from a prosperous family that had
founded and owned many businesses in the town, but as long as everything ran
smoothly, they were content to leave the town's people to themselves; as long
as the same consideration was given to them. And so they paid the mansion on
the hill very little mind.
It did make for a solitary life, though not a lonely life
per sae, for she had a very inquisitive mind and she filled her days poring
over the vast library of books that took up almost the entire second floor of
the big house.
The books ran the range of subjects from the sciences, to
literature, to philosophy, to even the occult. And the petite girl devoured them
all; spending whole days sitting in the library's old leather chair that made
her look even tinier against its high back and arms.
On other days she would run experiments in the cellar's
homemade laboratory her parents had commissioned built to fuel her inquisitive
predisposition.
Finding an interesting idea or theory in one of her books,
she would test and confirm the results, and even in quite a few cases, improve
upon the original hypothesis.
Yet, when she did make her observations out of the window
through the lenses of her long telescope, she did yearn to be able to get a
closer look at her subjects; purely for scientific reasons.
Alas, because of her condition, she could not venture out
into the light of day.
Very many of her scientific experiments revolved around the
problem of her affliction, even if she wouldn't admit it to herself, yet the
solution always seemed to elude her.
Until she came upon an antiquated book in the mystical
section of the library that was a compendium of ancient folk lore and magic
tales.
She sometimes read these books as a break from the headier
subject matter she usually delved into, yet, one of the tales sparked an
interest in her. For it might indeed lend itself as an at least aid to her
condition.
Taking the large tome down to her workshop lab, she
proceeded to gather the materials needed to create the described subject found
upon the thick, yellowed pages.
The process took several days and involved a number of
stages of setting and waiting for the setting to take hold, not to mention the
numerous incantations that needed to be spoken aloud in the ancient tongues in
which the book had been written in order to complete the entire process
properly.
But being very studious and meticulous, of course the small
girl recited them and performed the rituals proscribed perfectly.
Once she had completed the process, the girl had only to
wait for the light of a specific phase of the moon to see if her efforts would
be fruitful.
So one clear, midsummer evening, as she sat reading in the
library, the moon shone in the night sky, its pale light flooding through the
high paned windows, the sound of heavy clomping came from the stairs leading up
from the cellar.
Marking her place and putting her book aside, the girl
watched the doorway as the approaching footfalls came closer along the hallway
outside.
Filling the entirety of the library's large doorway frame, a
great clay Golem stood staring down at the tiny girl from out its hollow eye
sockets.
With no hesitation or fear, she walked over to the humongous
creature to inspect her work as a crafter would a piece of equipment they had
engineered.
After looking the creature over thoroughly, she gave a nod
to herself, satisfied with the results; so far. She would have to wait until
the next day to really test her theory out.
With that, she bade the lumbering hulk to stand outside her
bed chamber door, a silent sentinel as she lay down, unable to sleep in anticipation
of the next day's potential.
By the time the dawn sun rose, she was cranky with no sleep,
but arose quickly and dressed in the cloak and delicate lace veil her mother
had given to her but she had never had the opportunity to wear except whenever
she was restless to go outside and tried them on, only to be made upset at the
fact she could not have used them properly.
But on this day! This day, she donned the outfit to go out
into the world at last.
At least, she hoped.
Opening the door to the hallway, she found the Golem still
standing as she left it, and motioned for it to let her step up onto its
massive open palm in order to be able to reach up and place a tightly rolled
scroll of parchment into its open mouth.
Stepping back down from its outstretched hand, the girl
proceeded to head downstairs toward the front entrance, the big Golem lumbering
behind with its clomping feet thumping on the hardwood floors.
Peering out the intricately blown glass windows of the
double doors of the main entrance, the girl felt nervous at the prospect of
actually setting foot outside in the bright sunlight, but her confidence in her
methods bolstered her courage and she looked up over her shoulder to the big
clay figure behind her and nodded to it, then opened the doors.
Stepping out onto the stone steps of the front of the house
that led down to the seldom used driveway, the little girl was hesitant.
Then a shadow was cast over her from above and she looked
back to confirm her Golem had taken out its gigantic parasol to completely
engulf her in its shade.
Taking another experimental step out further into the
outside, she heard the thump of the Golem's matching footfall.
One after the other, its foot steps matched hers in perfect synchronicity.
When she stopped, it stopped. When she started again, it
started; all the while, holding the huge parasol aloft so that she always
remained in its shade.
The industrial sized umbrella was constructed of heavy
canvas and steel, which made it weigh too much for any normal being to convey.
Yet, the Golem hefted it in the air with ease, and so it
made it the perfect companion to accompany the lone, little girl into the
bright light of the world.
She looked out at the town that lay passed the wrought iron
bars of the gates at the end of the drive and was filled with excitement at
being able to open them and venture outside their confinement at long last.
After all these many years of living alone, she was going to
be amongst the people she had only observed from her high window.
Within the shade of her Golem, the eternally youthful
looking girl smiled broadly, her sharp, white fangs in stark contrast to her
blood-red lips.
