Willow James, a young writer with the power of will to do what she wishes, sat at a desk, looking out the window to the sea that she had dreampt up. The blue-green waves washed up on the rocks, the dark castle in the background, the lighthouse behind it warning all the beautiful ships of the dangers of the sharp rocks. All this came from her mind, her imagination...her pen.
She smiled as she studied the world, "Rain would be great...to see the silloutettes of the cliffs against the lightning in the sky." Her quill scratched on the parchment, and her words came to life. It began to rain, lightning flashed, thunder rolled in the distance. The waves rolled violently on the shore, the ships bobbed up and down.
Closing the notebook that she had, she tucked it in her bag and lifted it over her shoulder. Never without it, she could go through this world the way she wanted, but that was before he came along.
Damien, the only one that had the power to turn her world upside down. He had a way with words just as her, but didnt' know how to use it...he could change her world without them. Just by feeling, by a simple look, a few spoken words and her mood changed and with it, the world that she lived in.
Usually it changed for the worst and she tried to advoid him, to live the way she wanted, but it was impossible. He was everywhere, and no matter how much she hated to admit it, they were a lot alike. Why couldn't he make her world better and not worse? How did he do this, his words bothered her, but why did they get to her in such a way. His words were not her world, her words were her world...literally.