The wind made the fall night more chilly that it should have been. Leaves battered against each other and the desolate streets. The moon played hide and seek against an unseen opponent. And a lone, cloaked figure stood at the intersection of two roads, buffeted by it all.
The cloaked figure just stood in the middle of the intersection, the cloak hiding the figures true identity within its black folds, as if waiting for someone or some thing. As the figure waited, a soft singing engulfed the figure. And, as if in response, the wind died suddenly.
As the singing grew louder, the figure began to spin in time to it and the wind started up again, but only within the intersection. Leaves, picked up by the wind, began to circle around the figure and created a barrier against the outside world. Looking up, the clouds followed suit, as if connected to the leaves by an invisible force.
The singing grew even louder more quickly, as if racing towards its climax. The leaves and clouds followed, racing towards the same climax.
Reaching it's climax, the last note hung in the air as the figure stood stopped. The leaves, too, and the clouds, had stopped, but stayed to keep the barrier. Pale hands revealed themselves as the cloak's sleeves fell back as the figure raised its hands to pull the hood away. And as the hood fell back, all sound ceased to exist.
Long blond hair, that dived back into the cloak, reflected the moon's light. Green eyes revealed themselves from behind pale lids. And a smile that would melt even the toughest parted delicate lips.
As the girl looked up towards the moon, a soft voice broke the silence.
"Thank you."