Invisible String

Prologue

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

The woman's senses were heightened by an ominous foreboding, and she cast wary glances in every direction. The cover of night wrapped her like a ghostly shroud, its haziness disguising her structure as well as the profundities of her worry. It stuck to her, a cozy partner, supporting her apprehensions and offering a deception of asylum in the shadowy chasm. Irrefutably hesitant, she crossed the barren scene, keenly conscious that her own mortality was an approaching reality. She was constantly haunted by the thought of his wrath approaching. A macabre dance took place in her mind's maze, tying her fate to the inescapable grip of death. She longed to safeguard her descendants from the approaching malignance, basically until the honesty of youth wilted away. The knowledge that he, the formidable force that ruled over her existence, held an insurmountable power etched itself into her consciousness like a heavy tombstone. She murmured, "I'm sorry I couldn't keep my promise," her voice muffled by the night. Supporting the expanding groups in her arms, each passing second denoted the unyielding walk of time. They expanded into reality, developing with every heartbeat. They would soon cross the line into adulthood, a journey she would never see. Knowing that their perceptions would be tainted by the venomous disdain of a father who was unable to love, she gazed upon them as the embodiment of her love and sacrifice. She made a last-ditch decision under a starlit sky's icy canopy. Now is the ideal time to go," she mumbled, a frightful mantra reverberating through the destruction. She bowed before the edge, putting the heaviness of her inheritance on the doorstep. Every kid got a letter, a demonstration of a mother's frantic love. A delicate kiss squeezed upon their guiltless cheeks denoted the last fellowship among mother and descendants. With a melancholic grin, she evaporated into the ether, maneuvered into the void by an inconspicuous power. The void gulped her, and she appeared before him, the exemplification of malice. His look, uncertain and frigid, bore into her spirit, transmitting an incomprehensible displeasure. " You can kill me now," she expressed, her voice touched with a miserable acknowledgment. " They are absent. You won't ever track down them. Yet, kindly, help me out. End it." Without a second thought, he submitted to her supplication. A twisted mercy, like cutting the strings on a puppet. He yelled, "Avada Kedavra," a whispered ode to a soul lost in the void that only left an echo of the night.

Author's note:
Welcome to my first Fanfiction! Although the prologue is short, I am striving to make the subsequent chapters longer. Disclaimer: English is not my native language, so please forgive any grammatical or general mistakes. Feel free to correct me; I welcome constructive criticism. I hope you enjoy this story!