Author's note: This story was inspired by Evanescence's song Imaginary. The lyrics of the song didn't inspire me so much as the tune.
I may or may not continue on this story, all depending on how many people read this. Comments are appreciated and constructive criticism would be amazing. Thanks all and enjoy!
A figure on a hill stood tall as the violet sky loomed above. A few clouds were scattered about in the sky. The figure lifted its arms seeming to be lifting a heavy, invisible object above its head.
Inhuman moans grew louder and louder as the person's arms rose. As the dark powers swelled the few clouds that were in the sky hurriedly drifted away, as if afraid to be nearby when the spell's work was complete.
As the silhouette's arms reached their limit it turned around, revealing itself to be a woman. Her skin tone was that of ivory, long hair of ebony, curves that would make an hourglass jealous, and eyes the pigment of a green blaze. With her mane of midnight whipping behind her in the wind, she pointed at the city on the horizon.
The moans that had arisen became screeches and roars. The woman stood motionless as a horde of risen dead charged past her to the city at which she targeted. The souls of these moving corpses were not shoved back into their husks, but were torn out of oblivion by her powers and made to watch their form casings destroy their loved ones and beloved city.
