Heavy trees stood fallen amidst the forest blanketed in orange leaves. It was the season of autumn.
Two black stallions lay motionless, their wide eyes frozen in terror. Their bodies, now mere lifeless forms, sprawled on the grass. The carriage wheels lay shattered into wooden splinters, the carriage box overturned.
The butlers lay still on their seats their eyes wide frozen, frightened, scarlet liquid drip through their nose. "Hel-p"a soft light female voice croaked from the inside of the ruined carriage . Her golden gown now covered with her own blood dripping from the arrows shot just above her heart and one in the rib.
Her pale hands covered with bruises and dirt reached out the window for help only to be met with air . Thick air filled with mist, blood and scent of mystic essence.Magic.
Once again the frail voice of the female whispered the name "Freyy—"as her eyes widened with surprise seeing a hint of figure wrapped in black from the broken window of the carriage.
The figure smirked, lips barely moving as they mouthed silent words. The wind, once still, began to howl, carrying with it a storm of orange leaves and the eerie laughter of the figure. As the silhouette turned and walked away, the black cloak billowed ominously behind them.
It was the season of autumn.
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The Hour Of Darkness
RomanceIn a world where every decision holds the weight of fate, Islay stands on the precipice of an impossible choice. The allure is undeniable, drawing her like a moth to a flame. She knows the dangers, senses the turmoil that lies ahead, yet the pull is...
