Till Death Do We Part
Prologue
It was a soft, starry, moonless night. The stars reflected off of the surface of the lake; the only sounds, those of the night creatures and the almost inaudible footsteps of the solitary figure walking by the side of the water.
The figure's robes trailed gracefully on the grass as the bearer paused. Glancing behind, the figure leaped, and was lifted as the wings protruding from the robes caught the air. The shadow of the figure obscured the stars, both in the lake and in the sky.
If seen by an observer, the wingéd figure in the sky would have looked like a very odd bird, or perhaps a magical creature, as that was what it was.
The figure landed as the sun's first fingers of light peeked over the horizon. Mist gathered about the figure as it did on the surface of the lake, yet this was no natural occurrence, but a magical one. The figure dropped as if struck down by something. The figure straightened, but as someone different.
This figure did not have wings and held a different appearance. Sighing, the figure made its way into the forest that enclosed the clearing with its lake.
About to emerge from the pathway hidden in the forest, the figure drew up the hood of the cloak that was worn over the robes and skirted the perimeter of the small village and stopped upon reaching a modest house at the end. Once inside the house, or rather cottage, the hood was pulled down to reveal a strawberry blonde young woman.
She slipped into her room unnoticed buy the occupants of the household and hung her cloak on the wall. Pulling back the covers, she climbed into the bed below her twin's. Closing her eyes, Elyeiäthwen sinked into a blesséd oblivion and knew no more.
Prologue
It was a soft, starry, moonless night. The stars reflected off of the surface of the lake; the only sounds, those of the night creatures and the almost inaudible footsteps of the solitary figure walking by the side of the water.
The figure's robes trailed gracefully on the grass as the bearer paused. Glancing behind, the figure leaped, and was lifted as the wings protruding from the robes caught the air. The shadow of the figure obscured the stars, both in the lake and in the sky.
If seen by an observer, the wingéd figure in the sky would have looked like a very odd bird, or perhaps a magical creature, as that was what it was.
The figure landed as the sun's first fingers of light peeked over the horizon. Mist gathered about the figure as it did on the surface of the lake, yet this was no natural occurrence, but a magical one. The figure dropped as if struck down by something. The figure straightened, but as someone different.
This figure did not have wings and held a different appearance. Sighing, the figure made its way into the forest that enclosed the clearing with its lake.
About to emerge from the pathway hidden in the forest, the figure drew up the hood of the cloak that was worn over the robes and skirted the perimeter of the small village and stopped upon reaching a modest house at the end. Once inside the house, or rather cottage, the hood was pulled down to reveal a strawberry blonde young woman.
She slipped into her room unnoticed buy the occupants of the household and hung her cloak on the wall. Pulling back the covers, she climbed into the bed below her twin's. Closing her eyes, Elyeiäthwen sinked into a blesséd oblivion and knew no more.