Angel's blog / story / story - prologue

A storm was gathering off the coast of the small town everina. Thunder crashed, lightening lit up the sky. a woman was standing alone on the beach. She slowly turned her head to look up at the lighthouse, a tear rolled down her pale cheek, she clutched a red rose in her left hand. her right hand stoppin the wind from blowing her black cloak away. Slowly she lowered herself to her knees, her black curls moving violently in the wind. she placed the rose on the ground and moved her hand to her breast, where the blood had dampened her dress. she collapsed on the wet sand and her breathing slowed and finally stopped... The rain starts... more ... http://ping.fm/lrTMz