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** 3rd Person POV **
Rain fell in buckets from the sky, plastering her thick gingery-golden hair to her head. The shadow girl's hazel eyes, always shifting from green, to grey, to dark blue, had settled on a luminous gold today, strongly contrasting the grim mood in the air, took in the grey clouds and the only splash of color around the willow tree where she and a group of others gathered, The silver slab of stone, and the rainbow of flowers in everyone's hands.
"....she was a vibrant girl,, always striving for what she believed in, and cared for everyone. We all mourn the loss of this spectacular girl, who still had much to offer the world. We know she will be in heaven, reunited with her relatives. She will be missed by all," A man gave some girl's eulogy.
Then, four figures, dressed in black as everyone in the group was, came into the center, and a feeling of apprehension and dread washed over her. They carried a sleek-black coffin, and set it down in the tomb. The leader opened the lid, and everyone leaned forward to see the girl.
The shadow girl leaned forward with them, and suddenly, couldn't breathe.
Inside the coffin, laid a girl who was dry, despite the heavy downpour of rain. A girl with golden-ginger hair that shone as if she was in the sunlight. Her eyes were closed, but, somehow, the shadow girl knew that if they were open, they'd be hazel. The girl in the coffin's pale skin was softly glowing, as if she were alive. She wore a light blue ruffle-tank, a grey sweater, deep-blue skinnies, and cheery-yellow converse.
The shadow girl gasped, and backed away. She was the girl in the coffin.
The dead girl's eyes snapped open.
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The Memory
FantasyFunerals are never cheery, but this one was...different. The shadow girl was there that night, and when she comes to Hollyn, Hollyn must solve the most powerful prophecy ever- but, no. It's never that easy. Now that she has been Awakened, Hollyn is...
