Iona

The woman cloaked in black stood confused in the middle of the chalk made circle. Twenty candles glittered around her lighting up the awkward panes of her face and indefinable color of her hair.

She slowly crumpled with her hand clamped over her mid section. She groaned in pain and consciousness was slowly leaving her.

'It should have worked. I waited so long for this. It was the perfect moment, nothing should have gone wrong!'

Her eyes were slowly closing and trying to resist the pullason of her failure.

"Who could have told her? Who has that kind of power besides Morgan herself?"

The woman said these words aloud to herself as if she were afraid to lose them. The action was pointless though for her ears had closed to any sound from the world, all she heard was perfect silence.

Her last thought, and pointlessly said word, was her conclusion,

"Rose"


Sry it took so long but I was having major comp troubles. Forgive me? Anyway enjoy and review! Flames accepted and sry it really short but I have serious writers block. Suggestions anyone?