Prologue

As the raindrops fell from the sky, mixing with the girls tears, she stared down at the grave.

'Olivia Longbottom- may she sing with the angels.'

Even though the women had only been buried less than a week, little blades of grass were already poking their way through the freshly turned earth. The girl stood over the grave just staring down at it, the realization still not setting in.

Olivia Logbottom had been her mother. A beautiful women with an incredible voice. Every time she would sing it was as if some kind of spell had fallen over the audience and they were all in a trance.

Thinking of the memory made her smile. She kissed her hand and placed it on the head stone. "I love you, mom." she said into the wind. She turned around and disappeared into the unknown.