Soo.. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this.. It was just something on my mind..
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Prologue
Angalic Cementary: 16 years ago
She took a step forward. Dead leaves crinkled beneath her feet. The ravens came. Circling the graveyard, their dark, beady eyes watching, their sleek dark bodies, nothing, but everything. Oblivious to the blithering heat, the choking air, the result of wildfires that lit the sky crimson.
For those who were attuned to this, this mean everything.
For those who understood, knew that it would begin soon.
Angelina Leston hugged the baby girl to her chest. The last of the Leston's.
Angelina took one last glance at her dead son and his wife's grave.
She got into her car and drove to the house. Placing the baby girl on the porch, she kissed her on the forehead and whispered her goodbye.
In seventeen years, she would come back.
In those seventeen years, she would prepare everything.
The fate of the world was in the girl's hand.
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Las Vegas: 16 years ago
There was a knock at the door. It echoed through the house. Amelia Ferange was all prepared for bed. She wrapped herself in a bathrobe and went to open the door. The wind howled as she stepped onto the porch, looking for the one who disturbed them.
"Hello?" she called tentively. There was no reply.
Amelia took one last glance into te street before turning back into the house. She was just about to shut the door, when she heard a baby cry from the rocking chair. There, in a basket, laid a baby girl, tired, and hungry, with nothing but a blanket and letter.
Amelia didn't hesitate before picking up the basket, and bringing it inside. The baby was hers, now. There was no one who could take her from her. That was what she thought, until she read the letter
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