Through the Eyes of Faith

Exhilaration! Round and round and round I go. There is no ground; no sky. Just tingles and goose bumps on my fore arms. A self-perpetuating tornado. Let me twirl forever!
Her long legs take flight with ease and her bare feet seem to be impenetrable as they trample the sharp wheat. Flying wheat glitters in the light of sunrise as slender fingers wisp along the tops of the laboring grains. A false step in a mud bog brings Faith to her knees. She collapses onto her back from exhaustion. A mass of ash-brown curls immediately become straight and caked as her sun-kissed body begins to sink into the cool refreshing mud. Heavy breath and random laughter exits Faith's lips as she starts rolling around in the soft wet earth. A familiar aroma passes by her nose. Roses. Her spine jerks her body up as the breeze increases. Her eyes close as a warmth begins to increase inside of her stomach and then her heart. The mud around her eyes begins to slide down her face leaving streaks of clear skin.

"Hi", Faith whispers.

Floods of colors and images begin to flood her imagination. The gray seems to smear across the color wiping it away into a black and white image. It is almost like a fuzzy black and white film. Two emerald eyes appear and the face of a familiar woman. Terror is etched across her face as she is maneuvering her arms through enormous thorns. Her long fingers are reaching toward Faith and instinctively faith responds by reaching. But she watches as Justice reaches through her.

"What is this place?" Faith slowly stands and opens her eyes.

To her horror, she can still see Justice and turns to see what she is reaching for. A dark and cloudy bubble floating at eye level reveals Passion weaved into a maze of branches and thorns as thick and intricate as a Banyan tree. The bubble dissolves releasing an object to the ground. Faith pulls it from the mud and spits picks the bits of dirt off. A rose gold key lays in her hand. It is warm as if just being molded. There is nothing extraordinary about, but she pockets it in her linen dress.

All of a sudden, she notices her shadow cascading across the wheat. She turns and squints as she watches the sun begin to set.

"Ok. Let's find them." Faith runs across the field toward the nearby woods.

An object reflecting sunlight catches her eye as she runs past an old and worn tree long hanging limbs. As she walks toward the glimmering object, she walks to a complete clearing under the branches. In front of her in an old swing with ivy growing up the ropes. Next to the swing is a small cut in the tree where the reflecting light is coming from. She pulls out a bow made of a glass-like material that glows with a golden hue. Further in, she pulls out a red velvet quiver full of dazzling arrows made of the same material as the bow.  She comes out from under the branches just as the last drops of sunlight fade away. The bow continues to glow as she runs further into the woods.