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receive nothing at all. I am just a poor pregnant woman so don't sue me.
Just like everyone else, I write solely for fun.
The Lost Soul by Acacia Spenser
Prologue:
The moonlight cascaded on the roof of the forest as the night wore on. There wasn't a cloud in sight and billions of stars could be seen in the midnight sky. Even though it was such a brilliant night, shadows could still be seen dancing across the forest below on the forest.
A certain figure wandered throughout the forest blindly. It was a woman and she hardly made a sound. As if she couldn't control her legs properly, she staggered across mud puddles and dead patches of grass. A soft moan escaped her lips and one could easily tell she was in great pain. If one was to glance upon her frail figure, one could feel sympathy for this wretched soul.
The moonlight fell upon her and her figure was revealed. Her frail body was covered in dirt and mud and she wore a white chemise that hardly covered her nakedness. Her hair was jet-black and her eyes seemed to possess no color. Her skin was pearl-colored and there seemed to be little life left in her. It was amazing that she was still alive at all.
It wasn't clear where her destination was, but it was certain that she had been wandering for some time. Where she came from was also uncertain.
As she passed a large oak tree, she placed her hand against it. "I must rest," she whispered. "But I must keep going."
She took a small step and collapsed on the ground. Instantly, a large pool of blood surrounded her body and a small smile crept over her lips. As if she couldn't control it, she began to laugh uncontrollably. When she finally stopped, she whispered, "Ring around the rosies..."
The moonlight cascaded on the roof of the forest as the night wore on. There wasn't a cloud in sight and billions of stars could be seen in the midnight sky. Even though it was such a brilliant night, shadows could still be seen dancing across the forest below on the forest.
A certain figure wandered throughout the forest blindly. It was a woman and she hardly made a sound. As if she couldn't control her legs properly, she staggered across mud puddles and dead patches of grass. A soft moan escaped her lips and one could easily tell she was in great pain. If one was to glance upon her frail figure, one could feel sympathy for this wretched soul.
The moonlight fell upon her and her figure was revealed. Her frail body was covered in dirt and mud and she wore a white chemise that hardly covered her nakedness. Her hair was jet-black and her eyes seemed to possess no color. Her skin was pearl-colored and there seemed to be little life left in her. It was amazing that she was still alive at all.
It wasn't clear where her destination was, but it was certain that she had been wandering for some time. Where she came from was also uncertain.
As she passed a large oak tree, she placed her hand against it. "I must rest," she whispered. "But I must keep going."
She took a small step and collapsed on the ground. Instantly, a large pool of blood surrounded her body and a small smile crept over her lips. As if she couldn't control it, she began to laugh uncontrollably. When she finally stopped, she whispered, "Ring around the rosies..."