Kromotone Death

Chapter 1

There it was again. That tall cloaked figure. Thick mist covered her clear view of the strange sight. She squinted however the outline of the figure was hazy, making the cloak look disfigured.

Nevertheless, she shifted her eyes to the middle of the hooded figure. A ferocious black overcame her vision. Her eyes, they felt like they were burning. Her soul, was screaming out out in pain until the faithful mist once again concealed the mystery of the cloak just beyond her reach.

She's always been curious, too curious. This is why she was there. She doesn't mean to be nosy however her instincts are just like a greyhound's, always sniffing out clues and evidence. Her investigating side is definitely from her mum. Her mum had always had a knack for exploring, that is, until she went missing.

Looking down, she tried to disguise her unwanted feelings and bury them back inside that big mess of a soul, but she was interrupted by a glistening object moving towards her outstretched hand.

Clenching her hand around the circular rim, she pulled the metal object to her side. The mist was soo thick that she couldn't tell what the peculiar item was. Starting to fiddle around, she tried to find something that would give her a hint to what the object was. A bright light blinded her as a tiny clicking sound just made it's way to her ears. It was a torch, her overwhelmed senses screamed.

When her eyes finally readjusted themselves, she saw the cloaked figure standing in the exact same place as before. Endless fog still parted them despite a new hope that she could discover more of the forthcoming mystery.

The torch found it's way, shining on the cloaked figure, parting the mist that was concealing all the secrets she soo desperately wanted to know. With light shining on the figure she could just about make out a red symbol in the middle of the cloak. However, being too far away to see what the symbol was, she knew she would have to get a fair mileage closer.

After reckoning with herself the habit she had of being inquisitive drove her to cautiously step forward onto the second cloud on the long path.

In her defence, she had to make sure that the precious time she had to reveal what the symbol was, wouldn't be wasted. "Grace. Grace!"