Collide

Prologue

Morana was sitting at the edge of the river, on top of the humid green grass. Many trees were surrounding the area, as their leaves floated in the blowing furious wind. It was raining a lot, and drops fell from the sky. Morana stared at the beautiful flowing water inside of the river. After a while, she finally noticed she had gotten drenched by the rain and stood up, tying up her beautiful blonde hair. She looked up at the moon, that was covered by grey clouds. She sighed and got up, then walked away. Each of her steps were graceful, and her way of walking was as stunning as her being. She bent down to a bush of roses and picked one up, bruising her pale and beautiful hand. Blood was dripping on her palm, but Morana didn't flinch a little. She placed a soft kiss onto the scarlet red petals of the flower and whispered. "Wither away, children of the world." As soon as she spoke, the rose caught on fire and became nothing but dust. Morana smiled and sat down, her back touching the bush. She closed her magnificent purple eyes and she fell into a deep slumber.

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Nyura had a wide smile on her face. She was working inside of her office, at a fast pace, because she seemingly finished all her work in an hour when the others hadn't even done half of it. She was running around the room, enjoying her time. She eventually got bored and left the workplace, and ran around in the streets. After a while of walking and running, (even if you could call that goofing around...) Nyura bumped into a tall figure she couldn't see the face quite clearly. "Excuse me, who are you?" The figure asked. Nyura didn't reply to the question but instead shook her head and looked up. The figure was a girl. She was a tall blonde woman, with a beautiful round face, pale skin like snow, an imposant posture, small dark red lips, like blood. Her eyes shined under the light of the moon. A purple and majestic color filled the person's eyes with grace. Nyura's eyes lightened and she bowed down in apology. "My name is Nyura. What about yours?" "I am often called Morana or Roseline. Sometimes even the two." Nyura stood up as she stared at Morana. The lady offered her hand and Nyura took it, with a gentle smile on her face. "You are truly beautiful, how come I never have stumbled upon someone like you?" "I do not know. But let us share a drink to this meeting, shall we."