THANKS SO MUCH STRAWBERRYAIR! YOU'RE AWESOME (and the only one who keeps reviewing my chapters)! Oh yeah, if you haven't guessed yet, Oralie is my favorite character.
Oralie is coming out of her quarters to visit everyone she knows. At first I was happy but now… I think something else is up. When she visited me, she said goodbye- but it sounded like she was saying goodbye for the last time. And now I think she is.
A note is slipped under my door on the morning of the full moon. It says, "Cliffs at midnight." in Oralie's neat cursive script.
Yeah, she's definitely planning something.
But I'll go anyway.
MIDNIGHT
I can see a figure in a glittering cloak at the cliffs at midnight, looking out over them. A shimmer of golden ringlets peeking out from a hood, a flash of azure blue eyes glowing with moonlight, and I know it's Oralie. She turns, and her eyes are sorrrowful.
"I can't live anymore, Sophie." Her voice is miserable.
"Please don't do this," I beg, seeing the shining silver in her hand. She raises it, pointing it at her own head, balanced at the edge of the cliff.
No words. Her eyes meet mine.
"I can't live like this anymore," she whispers, barely audible over the roar of the surf. "Goodbye, Moonlark. Take care. Tell them what happened."
One finger triggers the weapon. I scream. Her body slowly falls away from me, down the cliffs, where the azure blue sea, the exact color of her eyes, claims her for itself, amidst the tiny pinpoints of moonlight dancing on the waves and the playful white sea foam. Usually, it's beautiful. But now, it seems cruel and horrible.
How many- in all the worlds- fall because they can't take life anymore? It isn't just about Oralie now...