PROLOGUE
Crack! The girl appeared out of nowhere, she was wearing a torn and muddy dress, and had a dark red liquid splashed across he face that looked suspiciously like blood.
She was wearing no shoes and her heels were cracked.
When she turned if anyone saw her face they would have stumbled at the intensity of the pain in her eyes. They gave of a story of hurt, loss and deceit. Her gaunt face told of long lonely years of starvation and malanutrituion. Her waif thin figure gave a person the impression that she would snap if the wind blew too hard.
In one gnarled hand she was holding the only thing that could possibly give any clue as to who she was and where she came from. But all this was lost in the very storm that the woman arrived in. All evidence blown away. Her body and identity never to be found out about for a few more centuries.
It was if she had never existed...
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Butterflys wings
AdventureCeleste is a young girl her parents have died not too long ago and she is getting visions off how different People died, seeing the death down to the last detail. What is her dark family secret? How will Celeste cope?
