Prologue

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Rain pounded the roofs of Toran like jackhammers. A dense fog settled in, stealing over the small village and immersing it in darkness. If one were to be out during this treacherous storm, they would have seen a small flash and a lithe figure would have emerged from between the tendrils of fog. If one had been closer, they would have seen her immaculate hair and the mischievous glint in her icy eyes. She surveyed the village while stealing across the blanket of clouds. It would be hers soon. So very soon. She just had to wait just a little longer. The fog seemed to swallow her up as she moved away muffling another flash and a small pop. Really, if anyone were to look out their window, they would have seen lightning, and heard the thunder. Certainly not a figure in the fog, and certainly not anything else.   

Note~

This is a joint-written work that we started a long time ago. If needed, we will edit along the way. Let us know if you're interested in the comments. Thanks~ Mei and Skye

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