The light summer winds blew her hair as she stood at the edge of the hill looking down at the city below her.
She was a child raised in the church of Satan by a mother that wasn't hers. Left alone at a young age she was forced to grow up fast, yet that didn't stop her from dreaming and fantasising about the ones she loved mostly. Her name was Sintos.
A daughter of an unknown family she was found by Sister Imperator when she was left at the doorstep of the church.
Sister took her in and raised her as her own. Taught her manners and respect. Showed her the responsibility of working and pursuing your dreams. Sister built the young girls confidence and taught her the art of singing, writing and playing music.
Yet Sintos didn't feel confident enough to show her work. Now she stood on the hill looking at the sun that was going down behind the mountains in the distance. The colours of the sky slowly turning dark and morbid. The night holding an unsettling feeling in its depth. But yet she didn't seem to care.
She stared and dreamed of a world that was only known to her. The world of her own dreams. She dreamed of the stage, the fans, the songs that they sing, of her crush looking from behind the curtains. She imagined her robes shining on the light of the projectors giving her a heavenly glow.
She was pulled out of this perfect dream by the sound of her mother calling her back in the church. She stood up giving one last glance at the sky as she started heading back to the church for the evening ritual before dinner. That was the only time she could get a glance of her crush. The closes she could ever be to him. Or so she thought....
