The Curse of Alazne

A man stood on a hill in the distance, his black cape bellowing around him violently. He had dark hair and tanned skin, which was the most Winnie could tell. He appeared to be watching the moons, seemingly captivated by them as she had been just moments before. Winnie felt herself wanting to see this person more closely. Who was he? What was he doing there?

She could only see the side of his face from where she stood, but somehow she knew it to be twisted with emotion. It was a longing or some sort, a deep and well established sadness. She raised her hands and held them together closely at her breast as she continued to watch this man, her heart throttling deep within her chest. Tears began to well up in her blue eyes and she blinked them away delicately. They glided down her cheeks, caressing her softly as they did. As her vision cleared, she looked for him again, but she could no longer see his silhouette in the distance. He was gone.