When The Last Petal Falls…
Chapter One: As the World Crashes We Fall Into Destiny, For That Is All We Can Do…
Beep! Beep! Beep! The alarm clock announced, it's ringing particularly loud in the peaceful silence of early morning. Rose opened one eye warily, grunting when she saw the time. 5:30. She sighed, pushing herself up into a sitting position. The room was filled with a dull gray light, everything looking more mysterious in the dimness. She walked to the window, feeling oddly calm, the quiet surrounding her, lulling her into a hypnotic state. The sun was just rising over the Horizon, casting beautiful pink and golden rays into the bleakness. It gave her a feeling of security, it seemed as if the Horizon held heaven, and the rays were God's hope, hope for the desolate and destructive world below. The wind blew gently across her face, tickling her arm. She suddenly glanced down, and saw the birthmark, the mark of the Huntsclan. It wound its way around her palm, glowing with an eerie iridescence. Looking at the sun, rising on schedule, just like it did every day, she felt a similar bond resided within her. Everyday she rose, performing her schoolwork, then her duties as Huntsgirl, and never questioned why she did it. She just did it. Being caught up in her own busy life, she never thought about anyone else, anything else. She never took the time to look at the sunrise. Everything she had gone through, every struggle, every fight, all the long hours of tedious training, they all led up to this. This day. It seemed as if the morning was congratulating her, giving her this small triumph of glory, of victory. She smiled at the peach tinted clouds, as they sky around her grew lighter, more vibrant in color. This was her day, her battle, and the very clouds seemed to know that. They were happy for her, encouraging her to take the position that was rightfully hers.
"Grasp the day," she whispered, entranced by the beauty of the world, how even the most repulsive or crude buildings and skyscrapers were touched by the loveliness of the light, their pale or shiny surfaces reflecting the rainbow of color. A frown came to her lips. Was the morning celebrating while it could, knowing that this was the last time it could sing its harmonious song? Did the world that seemed so happy and inviting now, know that by dusk, its joyous fields would be blood-spattered? That many would die today, that all that was just would triumph, but not without the loss of thousands?
"The Day of Death is here," she whispered to the wind. "But the very place that will be housing this battle seems to be ignorant of that fact…"
A/N: Okay, so here is my attempt at a suitable mystery chapter. This is set before the Ski Trip and The Hunted. Disclaimer: Dude, ya know I don't own AD:JL. PLEASE REVIEW, if you want me to continue!