Stars Over Llorleya- Prologue

Once Upon a Time…
A Strange Sort of Prologue

She sat in hidden tower of ancient, grey stone, worn smooth over time. On her lap lay a book, an old book, as ancient as the room. She pored over it, her fingers tracing the bright silver vines and slender, shining leaves embedded on the cover. She flipped slowly through the book and stopped to look at an entrancing drawing of a tall, beautiful fairy-like creature.
The tower-girl’s glossy hair unwound from the intricate braids that it is ensnared by, falling loosely, like dark streaks of rain, around her Elven-like face. Her clothing and the silver band on her head indicated nobility. Suddenly her sharp intake of breath shattered the silence as a rock will ripple a quiet pool of water if thrown in. A strong wind swirled around her, coming seemingly from the book. Her whole body was tense, and her eyes, bright, flashing, and startled, looked strange somehow. They were clear, bright, and reflective, like sunlight flashing on a glassy surface, seeming to be all colors, changing as they moved; brilliant, bright, and unnatural. Suddenly her hands flew up to her eyes and covered them. Simultaneously, the book fell to the cold stone floor and landed with a thud, its covers closed. As suddenly as it came, the strange wind disappeared. Her hands fell and rested on her lap, her eyes still closed. She let out a deep breath and sank against the wall, exhausted. She then opened her eyes and reached for the book. But something was wrong. She seemed unsettled, and her eyes lost their strange brilliance. Here we leave her, but the time will come to return. Because without her, there would be no story. But before we get to her role here, we must go back to her, before this takes place- I am sorry if this statement confuses you, but that is all part of the mystery, and I do not wish to clarify. Work it out for yourself.
Now, If you will turn the page, it is time to begin our story.