~:-The day was dim and darker than soot that hadn't been cleaned out for years in an old rickety fireplace. Angles cried over the city of London as a girl with hair a color softer gold found herself in the middle of it. Her hair was cut down to just barely a few centimeters from her head. She slipped several times with mud crawling up her ankle boots- once a goddess white - now painted a groggy brown.

~:-Her hair reached down to bottom of her nose, eyes lost of color besides that of grey and a pale sky blue stood alone hidden under her hair although she couldn't do much about it. The hands were much like those of a statue's as she held a package as if it was her life.

~:-Her hands tied, hair soaked much over the verge, and dress bedraggled she went through the rain misguided. The brown package was labeled, '~To Ciel Phantomhive~',

~:-The grey eyed girl hadn't known anything, her thoughts were of those only on the package. How long had she been walking? Seconds? Minutes Hours? "Ci..Ciel..Phan..tom..hi..ve I'm co-" her face was pale but was now stained with gruesome blood as she coughed violently. She fell on the mossy ground still holding the package with paper close to ripping from her sharpened nails. Pants between each breath she moved her head left and right shifting her hair to the right as rain poured on her face as an unexpected burst of energy came through her.

~:-The proud firm Evergreen trees appeared to engulf the ragged girl as she licked her lips to find the blood tasted much like metal. She store blankly, had she known this place? There was no telling if so. After a..oh..what was it? I cannot remember it seems.

~:-By now she knew in seconds she could collapse in the storm sinking into the Earth's soggy ground. The grove of trees whispered to the grey eyed girl waving into a maze of a pathway. Her eyes looked passive but a sly appeared on her lips as the she trudged on through the forest losing her momentum slowly; eventually panting once again.

~:-At approximately 10:42 P.m. the girl arrived at a sturdy dark wooden door. It held a light we would pass by normally not giving a thought, but to her it looked much like a savior. The rain had completely drenched the girl head to toe although the package stayed it what looked like mint-condition as she fell to her knees in happiness and relief but her face showed no sign of it. She raised a fist stiff from the package and knocked on the door not caring of appearance, or to as whom saw her, just light in the tears of angles.

^~^ AUTHOR'S NOTES ;~:

{ ~:- } Is a replacement of 'tab' and is to simply be ignored throughout the story.

~:-Hillo everyone! It is a joy to meet you all, it is an honor doubted among most! I simply adore meeting all. I'm sorry if it's a little shanty though, I'm not the best writer as I usually help edit Carzy's story 'THE GIRL OF KNOWLEDGE.' So do pardon if any parts need repair in its current stage!