Once upon a time on a winter s night the snow freshly falling down from the stars onto the ground below there was a young maiden walking home rather late. And on her walk home she saw a young woman around the same age, standing under a pale light from the street lamp staring up into the sky watching as the gentle snowflakes fall down from the star lit sky.

The young girls long black hair fell about her in waves of black satin falling down to the small of her back, her skin pale as a new moon s light and the dress she wore was long and looked as though it fit that of the victorian era. As the maiden went to touch the girl, She turned and what the maiden saw she would take to her grave. A face that of an angel her dark hair framing a heart shaped face her lips looked soft to the touch but what captured the maiden the most was the girl's beautiful forest green eyes and within those eyes held pity, and a sorrow incomparable to any man.

Hello i didn t mean to stare but...don t you have someplace to be. it is rather late. said the young maiden but she was only given the women's silent and sympathetic stare. Here i will walk you home we girls need to stay together right? but as the maiden said this the sound of footsteps caught her attention . And as our maiden turned to see who was coming from behind her she saw no one, she turned back to the girl only to find her missing with a black feather in the place she once stood. So our maiden thought nothing of it and left towards home. When she reached her home she heaved a heavy sigh and entered to empty home she has become used to, a place once bustling with life now quiet and lonely. And as she left to sleep up in her bed chambers the only thought in her mind was what was that girls name?

Our young maiden awakes to a knocking at her door. She gets up and looks out the window to see a brisk clear sky, fresh snow on the ground and the girl from the night before. She goes to the door and opens it only to find that no one is there but a ravens feather. Pickinng up the feather and closing the door, leaning against it for support she says. Am I mad? Or Has My loneliness finally become too much to bear?

And as she takes a step away from the door she finds it hard to breath her heart is racing that single question racing through her mind her head is spinning and just before she falls to the floor she sees the young girl from the night before once more the young girl utters only one word Evermore.