I'm just messing around writing this piece, I hope y'all enjoy it.
A dark figure glided through the dark mist that covered the large meadow. It moved slowly, a short scythe seemed to protrude from one of the folds in its cloak.
The figure reached its arm out of the cover and pulled back its hood. Thick black hair flowed out and the wind seemed to pick it up and blow it back.
"Magnus." The figure, clearly a woman, whispered. Her face was a smooth pale sheet under the moonlight with no blemish other than a thin black line that cut from the bottom of her right eye down to her neck.
The fog seemed to slowly part as she spoke the name again, revealing a small cottage with a dim yellow light on the porch.
"Magnus, I know you're in" The woman sighed and knocked lightly on the door which had just become visible.
The cottage door slowly opened, a dark creature looked out from it.
"He's in the room." The dark figure could now be seen under the porch light. He had navy blue skin, and short golden brown horns seemed to point out from him curly black hair.
"Max?" The woman asked tilting her head slightly.
"Yes, you must be Amelie." He opened the door wide and the woman stepped in, slowly pulling off her cloak to reveal a shimmery silver dress.
"Aren't you a little overdressed?" The blue horned man asked and the girl smiled.
"I was a little busy tonight before I got the message to come here." She replied softly walking through the house as if she had been there many times before.
"What message?" The blue boy asked trailing behind her but the woman didn't seem to hear him. The fireplace was on in the living room and the woman, Amelie, walked past it gazing with interest around the house as she walked.
"You haven't redecorated much have you?" She asked her hand grazing over the frame of one of the paintings as she walked on.
"Mags, is he here?" She asked walking into a room where two figures sat. One was turned away from her, his straight black hair went down to his shoulders and he had a blanket wrapped around him. He sat in front of a bed where an old man lay, his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling gently.
"You can't do anything about it, he wouldn't want you to." The black haired figure, Magnus, growled glaring at the woman. His amber eyes seemed to be glazed in tears and deep sadness.
The girl ignored him as she walked forward to stand beside him.
"I can give you tonight" She said. "Just as I promised him."
Magnus turned around, his face was soft and tan. There wasn't a single wrinkle on him, nothing about him gave away his great age except for the expression in his eyes which seemed to hold depth that was disproportionate to his clear young face.
Magnus nodded and the girl held out her hands, clasping Magnus' hands in one and her other hand wrapped around the pale wrinkled hand of the old man that lay on the bed.
"I will collapse when I finish but don't panic." She warned as she closed her eyes and furrowed her brows. "I won't wake up until the sun rises tomorrow morning. And everything will go back to the way it was."
There didn't seem to be any disturbance in the air as she clenched her hands, instead it just seemed as if she was meditating. Maybe concentrating hard to remember something, but if you looked at the man who lay in the bed you could see the color come back to his face gradually. His wrinkles seemed to flatten away as if an iron was going over his skin and his silver hair seemed to darken gradually until it was raven black.
"Impossible." Amelie heard the navy blue boy breathe behind her and she couldn't help but grin as she saw the result. Her eyes opened and she gently let go of their hands.
"Hello Alec." She said as her eyes rolled back and she fell backwards, dark blue arms caught her before she could hit the ground.
"I got her papa." The blue boy said nodding at the one named Magnus who didn't seemed to be paying attention.
"What happened?" The old man turned boy asked getting up. "I don't…" Magnus reached for Alex, stroking his face softly a look of wonder in his eyes.
"She gave us tonight." He answered. "I-if you want to stay…you know she can do more."
Alec shook his head, "My answer is still the same my love, the same as it was seventy years ago. My time is over."