"And the last breath leaves her lips as she falls to the ground, death claiming her for the sake of the ones she loves." The cloaked woman speaks softly.
The children of the medow sit there silent, their wide eyes dulled with tears.
Only birds chirps in the tree's can be heard, silent tears being shed for the light who gave her life for love.
Finally, the cloaked woman speaks once more. "Soon after her ashes flew away into the wind, and the screams of horror and grief echoes through out the world, and every living soul new our biggest protecter was gone. Some say she still lives, others wish she stays dead. Ones who still follow the dark. But until the end comes near, we will never truly know the creators full endings. After all, ........... the immortal never truly die."
As those last words echo around the woods, filling the children's ears, and echoing throughout the tree's, one lone cloaked figure dressed in white and gold watches.
They smiles and think, soon that story will continue again.
As they walk away, the cloaked woman closes the book, blue eyes sparkling in the fading light, a single thought in her head.
No one knows if you truly died, yet if you live, then why have you stayed away for so long, dearest Celeste.
What do you have to protect this time.
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The Chronicals Of Destruction(Book 1):Fall of The Stars and Moon
FantasyElements. They make up the world as we know it. Water,wind,sky, earth,warmth,flame,lightning, Creation itself. We don't speak of destruction. Destruction is the one thing that slowly corrupts us all. I learned that long ago.
