The figure with the plain, overused black cloak flew down from her perch in the snow covered pine tree. She subconsciously pulled her hood down lower over her face, as if the withering and dying plants were watching her. Her cloak whipped around her frail body in the cold winter wind, but still made no sound. Her feet made no sound in the dry and crunchy ice on the ground. They left no imprints in the snow, like she had never been there.
The lady was completely silent, as if a bubble was surrounding her and absorbing all the sounds around her. She looked up and watched as a faint, bright orange glow filled the night sky, illuminating it. Her head tilted slightly, and she stepped quicker and faster to the nearest tree. She reached the top in a few moments and stood up over the branches and leaves.
The bright orange glow got brighter and brighter, like more people were creating more fires. She dipped her head down low, and shook her body around, rustling the tree with its leaves.
And suddenly, the bright oranges and reds completely disappeared.
The lady kept her face plain and stoic underneath her hood. It was not something she could control, but it was something she tried countless times to. It was, as clichéd as it was, brought upon her by an unknown force. It pained her to see the grieving families and friends at the funerals. She remained in the trees to watch the innocent souls she was required to kill be lowered into the ground.
The cloaked woman took a deep, silent breath and hopped from branch to branch, until she reached the crunchy ground. She walked on quickly, preparing to dispose of the dead bodies. She arrived in a small clearing, with three people all lying close to each other. It was two men, with a woman beside them. The woman was dark haired and wearing black, while both the men were wearing hats and scarves up their faces. The woman and one man each had a gold wedding band on their fingers.
The dark lady grabbed the bodies and hurried through the forest. She walked on for ten miles, until she came to another small clearing. There was barely any snow in it, what with the trees covering the whole sky. There was a lone pink and orange flower, unlike anything the lady had ever seen, sitting squat in the middle. She rested the bodies down one by one, making sure the two people with the wedding bands were holding hands, and bent down to closely examine the flower.
She reached out a hand and touched one petal. The instant her skin made contact with the flower, it wilted and shriveled up, taking all its beauty and color away. The flower's petals melted to the ground, blending with the barren Earth.
She sighed and sat down to look at the three dead bodies.
Death, as painful as it was for everyone, was the only companion she had.
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Tell me what you think! I won't upload a lot until my other story is done, but I've got a semi-good idea for this!