The night was chilly, a thick mist hovered over the small town ominously. The streets were barren and the occasional dag barking was the only sound to be heard.
The townspeople were all tucked away in their beds, sleeping peacefully knowing they were safe in their little homes. It was late, well past midnight, when the stranger appeared. Clad in all black, the figure seemed to have materialized from the mist. It walked briskly to the huge red-stone manor that occupied the corner of Solem street. Face shrouded by the black cloak, the stranger placed the bundle gently on the door step, then raised a black gloved hand and pounded on the huge mahogony door. Inside, a lamp light flicked on, and the huge door swung open to reveal a sleepy-eyed elderly man who looked about wearily.
The streets were deserted, not a soul to be found. With a tired shake of his head, the old man was prepared to trudge back to bed when a squeal peirced the air.
Startled, he whirled around and found himself gazing down upon an infant swaddled in a black velvet blanket. The old man, too suprised to be suspicious, snatched the baby up and craddled it against his chest,all the while calling for his wife and shutting the door behind him.
He did not see the silouhette silently watching from the roof top across the street,or the anguished look upon the strangers face.
Nor did he see the figures huge ebony wings unfurl and flap one,twice, until there was nothing to be seen in the quiet little town.
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Ebony
ParanormalKacey has no idea where she came from. Found on a doorstep, she was taken in by a nice,normal family who have done nothing but love and cherish her for thirteen years. Despite having an almost perfect life, Kacey realizes that she is not completely...
