Hey there guys, I've haven't been gone! Unfortunately, a fellow authoress, Grace of Flame is, so in her memory, I've made a little story, to continue the chain Song of Hope has started. I know, it's short, but hey, bonus for the little phrase at the end?
Bry stood in front of a tombstone that read the name: 'Kiara D. Summers'. The cold winter wind blew her hair as she stood in front of the grave. She shivered, as she was only wearing her black t shirt and jeans. Her ice blue eyes did not move from the grave for a second.
She placed a single white rose in front of the tomb and whispered to herself, "I never knew her, but I hear that she was a wonderful authoress and had a good sense of humor." She smirked at this thought, before her small grin faded. "I wish I got to see more of her work," she mumbled.
Bry looked up at the cloudy sky. It was getting dark, so she knew she would have to leave. When Bry arrived home, she pulled out a torch, lit it, and placed in a large candleholder with a phoenix at the front. She smiled at the little shrine and watched the dancing flames as a small tear made its way down her face.
In remembrance of a fellow authoress Grace of Flame:
"If we all remember her and the stories she wrote as if she were alive , her flame will forever burn and dance brightly in the darkest of night. She is not gone, not from our souls."
~TheAlmightyFireHawk