The rain beat against the window and the wind howled violently. A bolt of lightning flashed, lighting up the room for an instant. A black grand piano stood close to the window while an average sized woman with short, dark brown hair with red streaks with one topaz and one green eye stood in front of it, unaffected by the storm. A tall, shadowy, male figure stood behind her, his eyes burned into her back. She did not look at him. Neither of them talked.
"Is there no way to stop it?" She finally asked.
"No, I'm afraid not." He said in a husky voice. "I'm sorry Shannon."
"It's fine, Tarak." Shannon sighed. "It's not like you have anything top do with it."
"I only want you to be safe." He responded. Shannon turned and faced him. His ice blue eyes were soft with grief.
"I wish you would just move on." She forced herself to look away. It was hard for her to look at him anymore.
"I can only move on when you do."
"I will never be able to move on." Shannon sighed and looked out the window once more. "When will they come?"
"After the child is born."
"Then we must prepare."
Shannon took the scarlet red curtains and closed them making the room darker. She turned away from the window and headed for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To call an old friend."
Tarak moved to stop her but she walked right though him. Shannon didn't stop to look at him. Just before she left the room she looked back and it was empty. She sighed and continued on, the matter at hand was of more concern to her.