Hi everyone, this is my first fanfic (I usually just write random stories)so the first few chapters may be horrendous, but bear with me!This is more of a intro/prologue thingy so if you want a first chapter you have to R&R :). I may not be able to update as much as usual because of GSCE's (urggghhhh) but I'll try my best!
-Night Eyes
'You shall be reunited with your own blood and flesh on this night. Tell her your story and help her change hers, for new chapters are to be written and happy endings yet to be found.'
She stood there, boots scrabbling at the edge, deciding on whether to take that last backward step. She wanted to fall backwards, for it to be some act of beauty, staring up at the moon in her final moments, gazing at the stars from her lifeless eyes, to sink under the waves with her final feeling being serenity. She once had a strong instinct to protect herself, which had faded over the last few years, but it finally surfaced at the back of her mind, bringing up fear. She edged closer to the drop as if daring it to try and stop her. She turned around, her fiery hair now blowing in the sea breeze, waiting for the moon to rise fully, for she felt oddly dramatic tonight, as if to make a point when she was found. Twenty minutes later, the moon was full, and its beauty took Maria's breath. She had picked the perfect night. She still felt afraid, but she didn't know why as she had nothing to lose except her life.
One last breath. You have nothing left to lose. You have nothing…You...You are nothing… Just jump.
I watched her, as she prepared herself in her final moments, until she finally plummeted, her face a picture of complete calm, falling backwards, falling backwards as if with all the time in the world, until she hit the water. Time, it seemed, was flexible in many floated; the sea unsure of whether or not to accept her, to let her in. Life returned to her eyes and she let out small gasps of pain, her auburn hair flowing around her like blood seeping out of invisible wounds. All the damage was done on the inside, where it was hard to heal once broken. I felt myself remembering, distorted memories of another life, the life of the broken girl before me. I shivered, knowing now what the words meant that the moon had spoken. I lay beside her in the waves, holding her hand for I knew that I, a mere spirit, was too late to save her, remembering the moon's commands.
'This may come as a shock to you, seeing as I am a spirit but, I am Maria Merryweather, your ancestor from long ago. I am the same as you, as is my story which ended on a similar note, but there is still time to change to change your fate, if you listen to me. I am here to tell you about my life, to give you hope that even in the darkest hour, light can be found. To help find your happy ending.'