Devon
"It's okay, he's in a better place..." I say
Nightrose
Nightrose stepped delicately across barren plains, except for a few dead trees here and there, the dark earth upturned by... horrible... creatures.
Her eyes, the color of emeralds, shined dully, the cloudy sky teeming with the scent of rain.
Seeing boulders ahead, she bounded gracefully toward it, her slim body moving as if she was the wind, her tail streaming behind her. Quickly, she bounded up the slick, huge rocks, as if she was a mountain goat weaving through valley of boulders...
When she reached the highest rock, she glared down on the valley below, the sun shining fiercely in her eyes on the stone. She looked behind her at the tainted ground. Black, dead grass and sharp, odd trees. The occasional crow cawed every one and a while. She shuddered and turn back to this sunny, beautiful valley. She saw an unusual, almost unnatural, path of roses. Their stems the color of her eyes, the petals black like the night sky flecked with red... Silently and quickly, she raced down the boulders on the side she didn't come from, down to the valley. There was someone leading her here and she wanted to find out.
Who will I meet? She thought as she headed into what was soon she could call...
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