MMC #7

Well, school has started and life has become increasingly busy. I have had rarely anytime to write anything which makes me sad.  But alas! I shall one day be able to pick up my pen and write all that I want for as long as my heart desires!  (At least, this is what I tell myself;)
I am participating in another Monday Minute Challenge this week.  You can find out more about the challenge over at Tessa Emily Hall's blog http://christiswrite.blogspot.com/.

It is 302 words long and I used the sentence prompt.

She flew across the dirt trail as one who has more in common with a bird than a human.  “Come sister!”  she said.  “Down into the woods with me!”
This older sister was very much the reverse of the younger.  Her step was heavy and her eyes seemed to contain an expression of constant fear.
“Delora!”  the young child pleaded again.  “Into the wood!”
“No, Melonie!”  Snapped the careworn sister.  “We shall not this day.” She shuddered and whispered to herself: “Nor ever.”  
Melonie was of a strange and curious nature that could not be bound by the mere words of others. Not to say she was naughty, simply full of an exuberance that could have surpassed that of a thousand fairies.  She airily skipped down the pathway into the thick wood, ignoring her sister’s instructions.
Delora stood frozen on the trail.  She could not bring herself to enter the wood.  How could she tell her sister the real reason she was fearful?  How could she tell her what she had seen in that forest? 
“Melonie?”  She called out feebly.  Slowly, she began to shuffle forward towards the expanse of trees.  Every step felt like an eternity.  Every breath she breathed seemed to reverberate throughout the forest before reaching her ears.  As she entered the forest, it was like she was breaking through the atmosphere of a whole different world.  A blinding light flashed before her and she quickly clamped her hands over her eyes.  She knew it wouldn’t be long now until she was taken. 
Echoing off the trees and whirling through the wind like the laughter of a wild elf, came her sister’s young voice.  “Come Delora, and see how delightful this is!”
But Delora was afraid of what she would see if she lifted her hands from her eyes.