The only audible sound was the chirping of the crickets and the hoots of the nearby owls. The bright moon was being reflected on the windows of the nearby parked cars.
The constant temperature dropping night sky made your words turn into a white cloud of smoke.
The town's only sign of life was the lights that were still on in the local library.
Her feet, as if having a mind of it's own, started paddling in no specific direction at all.
Down every street, passing every corner and house.
The distant sound of the multiple clocks ticking at different times and measures is what kept her moving.
Always being on the run has been her lifelong career.
From who? Where? When will she stop?
She doesn't have a single clue.
That is until she came to a halt in front of a normal family home. Two stories high with a garage built to withstand one car.
The stench of death seemed distant but near.
The vibrant green eyes focused on a window on the second floor. It is likely where her chambers are located.
Ascending up to the window sill, steadying herself against the bricked-wall, she caught the shape of a body under the sheets. Up here the smell of death was stronger.
This is her.
Unquestionably this is definitely the child all of Sorate had been counting on.
The cold window glass was as cold as ice. After enhancing the forsaken gift inside of her, the time manipulator quickly jumped off of the window sill. Ending at a heap on the gravel ground.
With that she started heading towards the next house.
Where the scent of musk- was it its strongest.
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Hello everybody! This is the prologue, there's nothing to it right now. This is a book about nonfiction. So if you are into that- you found the right book. I am also a nonfiction fan so I will write the book to satisfy my imagination on that type of world. It's always a motivation for every author if you constantly comment on the book about anything in general really.
Don't be a ghost reader.
If there are any grammar errors, let me know and I will find the time to fix them. A little warning- I like to procrastinate a lot.
First Chapter: She had her own demons
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FantasyHeartbreak That is what this feels like. Like there is no ground underneath my feet. My soul just dove down into empty darkness. It feels like my heart has been grabbed and crushed excruciatingly slow. The impact felt like I was being punch over and...
