Hey there, it's my first time releasing a fanfiction here. Usuallly, I never upload any of my fanfictions. Yeah, I know I'm weird. Anyway, I thought of uploading it since I felt that I need some improvement in my writing style and hoped to find some great criticism from you guys. Before I forget, english is not my native language. I hope that my grammatical errors won't bother you too much. I tried to earse as many as possible. Yeah I guess, thats it. I hope you enjoy the story. :)
Under The Springsky
Prologue
It was past midnight when the women walked around the garden. She inhaled the fresh air that was embracing her, letting her eyes shift from various points of the garden. She felt how her heart was filling with enjoinment as she saw the red roses which she planted herself not long time ago. She admired all her flowers, each of them releasing diverse memories. They would grow and blossom beautifully, leaving a distinctive smell that she would recognize immediately. She was walking away from her flowerbed, feeling the grass beneath her. She was barefoot and felt how the cold grass was softening her inner thoughts. She let out a sigh as she slowly approached the big cherry blossom tree. As the wind blew the cherry petals away simulating the way of snowflakes during a cold winter night, she smiled. The breeze playfully danced with her blond hair, causing them to swing in a rhythm. For one second she was intertwined with her deep thoughts which were troubling her for a long time. She tried to find ease next to her flowers and hoped that the wind could lift her worries and carry them far away to a place where they could get lost and hopefully never came back. Her eyes caught the sound of the big fountain, which was located in the center of the gigantic garden. The water was being filled in a huge container which looked similar to a big flower that was about to bloom. She looked to the tiny container in front of it, watching the water flow and glow in the moonlight. In it, little sculptures which looked like fairies playing with flowers and tiny butterflies. A smile crossed over her face again,followed by tears, running down her cheeks and finally reaching the earth underneath her feet. She felt how her heart was slowly covered by the cold claw of the night leaving her emotionless. She was just a vessel, without any life, any soul. She sensed that the wind became more energetic and looked up at the night sky, cherishing the shining stars. All of a sudden she felt a sharp sting in her back. Gasping for air, she turned around with her eyes searching for a culprit. Her eyes widened as her hand touched the harmed location. Her fingers glided on the soft fabric of her white nightdress, abruptly stopping when they discover something watery. She soon explored that blood was running down her back, soiling her white dress and leaving full spots of red dots. She slowly tried to move back to her estate but before even taking another step forward she was captured in the arms of a stranger who forcefully held her arms, making it impossible for her to move anywhere. She attempted to release herself from his strong grip but quickly realized that it was ineffective. He pressed her back against the cherry blossom tree, causing her to howl in pain. Her back was still bleeding and pulsating terribly making it impossible for her to move. She shut her eyes but soon started to open them to face her oppressor. Shocked about the identity, she looked quietly at his face examining all his features. She knew that it was useless to cry for help, it would make it only worse than it actually was. She recognized his face suddenly remembering everything related to him. Thereupon smiling, she realized that she was already prepared to die. All these years she yearned for freedom and an escape from her bitter life. She continued to watch his movements as he took a swing with his sword and rammed the sword in her chest. His eyes filled with hate and disgust he felt towards this women who was now gasping for air. His eyes filled with tears, making it unbearable for him to continue on watching her misery. He observed how her tears flow like little pearls, which were shining bright due to the moonlight that was shining on her face. He realized how her light of life was fading away with every second that was passing by and her blood dripping to the ground. He looked at the gigantic castle in front of him and the spacious garden that was initiating to the front entrance. Feeling nothing but abhor. She wouldn't be his last target. Not until he killed all the other people he loved. He wanted to take everything from him. Completely everything. He looked back to the women who was now pinned on the tree. His sword, shining in the moonlight which impaled her. Just now he had noticed the cherry petals swinging in the atmosphere. 'Oh', he thought, 'they are so beautiful'.