The chilly autumn air was to be expected, but even then, as she felt the chill, she couldn’t help but shudder.

Leaves were spread all over the cold, frozen soil, covered with a light dusting of frost.

November was almost at an end, and December was fast approaching.

After taking one last glance at the long-abandoned graveyard, she turned to the path, as if she were about to leave.

Suddenly, she was overwhelmed with a feeling of pure, devastating grief and agony.

As the pain overwhelmed her, she dropped to her knees, her hands automatically reaching out in front of her to break her fall.

The sliver dagger softly fell to the ground, sliding in between the scattered leafs.

As the wind swept, cascading leaves through the air, a spine-chilling laugh echoed off of the surrounding air.

With the end of the laugh, came the end of a life.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.11.2010

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Sloan Hanning, you inspired me. Cybele Zanet, you helped me with this.