Pink Spades a Fantasy Fiction
(Read Excerpt: Part 1 of 4)
Aleasha Whitney Wilson is a Loveland High School graduate who studied liberal arts at UC Raymond Walters College and Fine Arts/Drawing at Northern Kentucky University. She decided to take a long break from schooling to pursue her goal of writing a novel.
That novel became the fantasy adventure, Pink Spades. The story surrounds a group of young, aspiring musicians that the main character meets after her move to Tokyo, Japan. While chasing their dream of becoming a famous rock band, they encounter a coven of immortal creatures called Akaijin that need their help bringing their kind out of the shadows. They all come to learn that their meeting wasn't by coincidence, but fated to come into being.
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Introduction
Aseila Geraldi and her mother Debra have moved to Chiyoda, one of the many districts of Tokyo, Japan. Enrolled at an arts college, Aseila begins her life there while Debra overseas her fashion franchise in Shibuya, Geraldi. On her first day she meets Dan Deshimaru, her translator whom will be assisting her with classes. She then meets a girl from the local band Pink Spades who informs her about the audition they are hosting for their search to find a new lead singer. Aseila considers auditioning, but is unsure about making any commitments because of how frequently she and Debra move around, on the same note, if she got the role, that would be just the sense of stability she needed in her life. Aseila finally makes it home from her first day of classes and tells Debra the news. Aseila is pleasantly surprised that she encourages her to audition for the band. Tired from the long day, she lays down for a nap and a strange dream ensues.
Pink Spades
by Aleasha Whitney Wilson
Part 1
Aseila let her eyes close to block out the images of the room and relaxed. Scenes of the day at school flashed through her mind until her breathing began to slow. Her long body tingled pleasantly as it became more relaxed before it finally drifted into sleep. Aseila's dream this time was nothing like the one she had about being a tree, but there was a tree in it. The young woman found herself alone at night, standing in a grassy clearing. The large tree towered high in the distance, it's trunk thick and twisting toward the red cloud-filled sky. Its leaves were blood-red as well. The sight made Aseila's brow furrow in her confusion. She'd never seen anything like it. The scene was somewhat eerie but beautiful at the same time, and the field stretched for miles and miles, seemingly endless.
The only light source came from the full moon above. The grass was cold and damp under her feet, due to the light falling rain. The long, white gown she happened to have on dangled lightly off her frame, barely touching the ground's surface. She felt sad for some reason... and alone. Aseila crept forward in zombie-like steps, for a very long time, aiming to reach the tree, until a form began to materialize beside it. Her heart stopped at the sight, replacing the sadness with fear. Yet the girl continued forth.
Aseila's eyes widened as a black mist swirled in circles near the tree's trunk. The small particles eventually came together, and created a solid dark form. A masculine looking figure. It just stood there, waiting for her it seemed. The frightened one wanted to run away from the thing, but she felt no control over her footsteps. Suddenly, the rain fell harder, wetting her gown. It clung tightly against every inch of her body and the atmosphere grew colder as her hair stuck to her face. What was lurking over there? She wondered. The dark image was somewhat hidden behind the tree with the red leaves dangling in the way of its top half. Was it a man? Aseila would soon discover the truth, for she finally approached the mysterious thing.
Aseila exhaled, letting her see the coldness of her breath float between them. Her careful eyes scanned the dark form up close, deciding that it was indeed a male. The tallness along with the broad shoulders gave it away. The stranger was hidden beneath a black, hooded cloak, and shaded behind one of the tree's branches. Its red leaves hung protectively before his face. The rain roared around them as she stood frozen still, anticipating a reaction of some kind from the individual. Aseila panted loudly, staring at the dark man while her heart felt as if it were going to leap out of her chest.
Then he suddenly stirred, slowly stepping around the protruding branch to face the young frightened woman. The unknown male placed himself only inches away from her, allowing her to feel his warm breath on her face. The hood covered half of his face, concealing his identity. Aseila only stood as tall as the male's chin, making him almost seven feet tall. Was this even a dream anymore? She asked herself. It felt all too real. Too vivid. He tilted his head downward to eye her silently.
Aseila gaped upward, open mouthed, expecting him to pull out a knife and stab her to death or something. Arms crossed, she attempted to warm herself. The rain was freezing and her teeth chattered quietly while she shivered. Finally, she couldn’t take the anticipation any longer. Feelings of annoyance replaced her fear and she raised an eyebrow.
“Um...what is this? who are you?” The girl blurted, her tone revealing the level of her frustration. The hooded man threw back his head and laughed darkly, his sound echoing into the night. He sounded young and lively.
“Is this how you greet everyone you know?” The hooded stranger answered while a crooked smile spread across his white lips.
“I'm sorry but, I don't recall ever knowing you.”
“You know more than you remember, Aseila. You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve had the pleasure of your company,” The girl grimaced slightly, weirded out by the comment, but said nothing. “It’s so wonderful to see you again. You’re even prettier in this life than you were in the last.” He continued, then boldly caressed her face with the back of his creamy wet hand, moving the soaked strands of red hair from her cheeks.
“Huh?” she questioned loudly, jerking away from the gesture. “Last life?”
With that, her eyes popped open and found herself staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. Perplexed, she stared around the room. “Jeez...weird dream.” She said aloud, before wiping the sleep from her eyes and glancing at the bedside clock. It was 10p.m. Aseila sighed in relief for the fact that the dream was over. Could that even be considered just a dream? She wondered again. All senses were active. The strangest part was, even though the man in the dream was a stranger, she felt oddly familiar with him. His voice seemed to come from a very distant memory.
Even more strange was the fact that he had been referring to a past life Aseila apparently had. “Past lives aren't real.” She muttered aloud under her breath. She and Debra practiced Catholicism. This dream went against just about everything they believed in.“Ah,” she began. “the very proof that it was really just a silly dream.”
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