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Heaven's Falling

Prologue

The moon casts an eery glow on the mirrored lake, as her charcoal pencil flies effortless over the heavy paper. Shapes of the past, lines of the future mix together and create something beautiful. She brushes her hair softly over her shoulder, revealing her tranfixing hazel eyes. She's hidden in the shadows of society... left to be forgotten. She longs to break free of this tormenting prison. She tilts her head back and her glassy eyes reflect the twinkling stars, their dancing to their own song. They're singing something beautiful only they can hear. She wonders if its real, heaven. Are the heavens real? To her their just a myth, her world is crumbling around her. She hides her bruises and scars from prying eyes, unknown to others her past and present. What if the sky fell? The heavens, stars, the moon, the sun... imagine that was your life... Now that was hers or at least to her thats what it was. She casts an artists eye over the blackened lake and foggy graveyard, capturing each and every singular detail as something alive... something unique. Her hand flicks over the paper capturing the ensence of whats in her mind in a still picture. A simple scene of whats before her. Its a special gift... bewitching to most. Who is this 'she' I speak of, you may ask... well I do not know for I simply the story teller. For she doesnt know either. She hasnt used her name since she was young. She lifts her eyes from the dark drawing to watch the sun slowly rise before jumping down from her perch on the willow tree. She clutches the book tightly and walks into the dark forest, praying for her chance to escape. She's worth more then gold. She's known all over the internet as the Witch. Sells millions in minutes... people pay to own her torture. A song, a painting, a drawing... her secret world. She earned the name on youtube, by a man named Ashley. Ashley Purdy. She posted a single song. Nothing special but unique all the same. He told her she was 'bewitching' and 'a spell caster' she smiled at the thoughtful notes and changed her name, the only one she knows. Witch...
Sincerely the story teller...
aka the Witch of Shallow Graves...

Comments

So in love with his story please update soon :)
love the update. <3
Loving this story
Sir Fredrick and Chester seem to fit well in the story. I would like to see them later no in the story :)