"No...!", Emily screamed as she ran through the crowd, walking to the bridge of the plateau, falling on he knees while she stared at what laid beneath the plateau.She looked at the water which flowed roughly, the waves and the water current, there was no trace of her son, no sudden movement in the water which depicted the survival of her first born son."No.!", She said this time, softly and whimpering the words to herself as her eyes began producing tears again. A drop fell from her eyes, watching the drop, she watched as it fell into the water, mixing with the moving water and moving in it.Another drop fell from her eyes, this time it didn't fall in the water. The winds had pushed it, letting it fall on a rock which had caught her attention. She stared at it, her glowing eyes noticing something stain the rock deeply."What was that?", She whispered to herself as she tried deciphering what she saw. It looked like blood. Her son must have bounced on the hard Rock badly before droppi
He failed to stop his mother. He failed to save her. He remembered he ran with the speed he could attain. He remembered jumping towards her when he finally knew he couldn't meet up.His hands were stretched out, reaching out to grab hers, yet, they weren't enough. His skin brushed against hers. He caught her hand, mostly her fingers, but it seemed as though she intentionally let hers slip away from his, falling to her death. Once he reached the ground, he couldn't help but crawl his way toward the end of the plane, hoping she would be hanging somewhere, of which he would sacrifice and give his all into saving her.Yet he crawled energetically, with all his strength, not minding what pressure applied to his skin, or if his skin would be scrapped away from his bones.He had sweat rolling down his face, tears running down his eyes, the pain and the feeling of guilt was rejuvenated in him again.He crawled, reaching the end of the plateau, he laid down and stretched his neck out, with ho
"My father is dead. My mother is dead. And my brother..", Nicholas paused for a minute and closed his eyes. His lips parted to form a not too serious smile on his face, his dentition wasn't shown and the smile wasn't wide, just something which curved to the side of his mouth."My brother is dead, I am all that's left of my family.!", Nicholas heaved a heavy sigh while he bowed his head to the ground, feeling a bit remorseful for his actions."I'm so sorry for your loss.", Luke said while he stood behind Nicholas, the pain too causing a hole in his heart as the ones whom he communed with mostly were no longer alive."I know it's painful to wake up the next day and realize that all which happened last night wasn't a dream. May their soul find rest..", Luke said with all sincerity.He too arrived home with the sadness in his heart. He couldn't utter a word the entire night the entire incident happened, neither did he utter a word when he got home. The pain was too deep to accept all tog
She took the first step into the caves. She wore her usual black suited attire, with a high pencil heeled shoes making loud sounds as they collided against the ground each time she walked.They echoed in the grave silence, alongside the sound of water droplets falling to the ground.Constantine lifted up her face, having her eyes on the stony layers above her head. There she found the source of the water from whence it dripped from. Her eyes trailed the movement of the water in midair unto where it landed. It fell into a pool of stagnant water, hence the sound which echoed throughout the cave."This looks more of a temple than a cave..!", She said calmly with her echoing voice. She ran her hands toward the wall while she walked, and her eyes caught the sight of expensive jewels which laid on the ground like they were of no use.They looked and seemed expensive, the price alone in the real world was worth life transforming, yet she scoffed at it and turned her eyes away from it, seemin
It started as a rushing wind. The moment Olwyn stretched her hands towards Constantine, an energy filled wind blew strongly against Constantine, blowing through her clothes and her hair Yet she didn't stop moving. She fought through the strong winds, taking one step at a time accompanied with a certain amount of energy which was drawn from her body.She grinned harder, her fists closed and her feet placed firmly against the ground as she kept moving. She placed her hands in front of her face, grunting as a bright light accompanied the winds which blew.It was too luminous, eye blinding, yet she avoided direct visual contact with the light as she closed her eyes and grinned louder before she felt her body falling to the ground. She felt her knees on the ground, her hands on the ground too as she breathed heavily, huffing and puffing, trying to gain her breath as she used her instincts to get up from the ground. "Olwyn! Esme! Willa!", She called out the names of the three ladies who
She held her fathers head in her hands. Staring into his eyes, she didn't show any fragment of remorse for the actions she was about to take on. She held the head tightly and snapped it, turning it around to the left, beyond it's usual limits, letting the sound alone cool her nerves as she opened her eyes immediately.She found herself back in the caves of fortitude, standing at the same position which she did before she was blown away by the winds and slightly blinded by the light.She set her eyes on Olwyn. Something was happening to her, mostly around her neck. She held her neck which was facing her left hand side. It seemed as though it was snapped, but no one was close to her at that point exception of her sisters..She watched as Olwyn dropped to the ground, letting the staff in her hand fall too as it dawned on her that all was truly an illusion and olwyn was the father figure in the sudden trance.How it angered the lady with the platinum blonde hair on her head.! The thoughts
Harriet..! A lovely name for the first lafy he met in a strange town whose eyes didn't travel down his bare torso. She waved at him, without uttering a word, he waved back with a smile on his face.His pains disappeared for the short moment they saw each other and the atmosphere became silent with his eyes glued on her face. She had a little nose though they were pointed, and her dimples were deeper than what he had ever seen.She had a cherry red hair color and her eyes were almost the same as the older man's eyes, Chestnut brown and her sandy skin color shone in the room.She was beautiful. That was the first word he could use to describe the lady who stood before him. The other words would proceed into his head like gorgeous, beauteous, pretty and good looking. She had a great shape even though what she wore tried to suppress her smooth curvy sides, and she seemed bold in the way she too herself.If this was his daughter, he could tell he was a handsome catch when he was younger, a
The green coast!? Not the green coast!. Not the same location given to her in her dreams, it seemed as though Bryan was in dear need of her presence as the message she received was just too clear to be ignored. The handwriting was the same and there was no other means she could reply the message. The raven which came to deliver the letter had flown away at the very instant she plucked the paper off from it's beak. Or could it be the bird had been present at her window since she had the dream? Was the bird filled with some form of powers to which was used in manipulating what she saw.?Many things she couldn't comprehend, yet she was able to tell that what she thought of never existed in the world where see resided, at least none she had ever seen.She had no clue of witchcraft in the werewolf world, her father had never taught her stories of that, and she banished the thought away from her head while she thought of others.She didn't understand the principle of sending letters throu