(PROPHECY Book Series #1)
A girl woke up in a world that is beyond her knowledge, with only vague memories left within her. Despite being a magicless girl in a prestigious "ALL-BOYS SCHOOL" Night Raven College of the Twisted Wonderland, she's allowe...
Silence, thick and crystalline, unfurled its tendrils across the expanse of darkness. It reverberated like a somber hymn, weaving through the cold, cloaking everything in a shroud of mystery. A voice, honeyed with darkness, extended its welcome.
"Ahh... My dear beloved... a lovely and noble flower of evil..."
The rhythmic percussion of hooves, a macabre symphony, echoed through the inky abyss. A carriage materialized, its silhouette painted against the canvas of the darkest and most profound night. Crows and ravens– the black maestros of the nocturnal opera– filled the air with discordant lullabies. A spectral luminescence that revealed a desolate landscape of gnarled trees and an oppressive silence, as if the world itself held its breath when the moonlight casts its light on the land generously.
"Truly, you are the most beautiful of all..."
In the heart of this desolation, a figure emerged. Draped in iridescent white, standing barefoot amid a congregation of mirrors, she embodied an ethereal grace– a living masterpiece amidst the cold statuesque beauty of the most revered maiden.
"Mirror, mirror on the wall... Who is the..."
Her (H/L) (H/C) hair cascaded like liquid silk down her back, each strand a dance in the pale candlelights. The porcelain canvas of her fair skin exuded a gentle glow, a subtle radiance that defied the surrounding darkness. Slowly, her gem-like (E/C) eyes, pools of luminescence, unveiled their brilliance.
"Those who are guided by the dark mirror, as long as your heart desires..."
With measured grace, she advanced towards the mirror like an otherworldly ballet that seemed to defy the laws of the tangible. Her bare feet, untouched by strings yet moved with the precision of a marionette, a surreal dance dictated by an unseen force.
"Take the hand that appears in the mirror..."
From the looking glass framed by intricate gold, a hand extended like a spectral waltz with its gradual beckoning. With each step and breath, she, oblivious to the looming peril, reached towards the intangible force, a dance partner in this ethereal masquerade.
"For me... For them... For you... We are running out of time."
Her fair-skinned hand, bathed in the dimmed candle's glow, ascended like a crescendo. She embraced the approaching hand, a symbiotic alliance that drew her closer to the mirror. Her gem-like (E/C) eyes fluttered shut, and with a tightening grip, she descended into a tranquil abyss within the dark canvas.
"No matter what... NEVER LET GO OF MY HAND. Bring forth thy LIGHT... Among these DARKEST HEARTS. Among these DARKEST HEARTS."
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