A
slightly tanned blonde haired girl stood under a large canopy
situated on a road filled with the hustle and bustles of the daily
Indian market, strangely coloured herbs spices and ingredients could
be found filling wicker baskets all over the place. The girl stood
browsing with a large basket of her own filled with these ingredients
and oddly shaped bottles the girl flicked back golden locks so that
it rested over her shoulders to peer at an exceptionally pretty
bottle. All of a sudden the vision changed there were hands
and an old looking peace of parchment in those hands with an
elegantly written scrawl on it and the words Deceased at 8:15 pm on
July the 19 Then the sudden flash of sliver, almost
blinding.
