By: Rini
Prologue: Intro to Darkness
Long flowing locks of the purest color silver drifted on the cold breeze. The sky was the darkest shade of navy ever before seen and served as the backdrop for the clashing fluorescence of the city lights. Stars studded the sky and the moon hung limp and luminescent as the halo of twilight. The sky hailed and beckoned for eyes to gaze into its depths.
A lone figure stood above on the link to heaven and earth. High on the tower that illuminated the sky, long streamers of blue ribbon floated in the air and mixed with the curling and waving strands of long silver hair. Mixed amongst the silken locks and highlighted by the moon, highlights and streaks of golden honey blonde flowed seamlessly among the silvery white.
Cerulean eyes watched like a careful guardian and portrayed nothing but serene calm, waiting for the storm. Large orbs tried to take in everything, both those eyes were trained on certain figures, trained for any signs of disturbance. Never had the figure betrayed what her emotions were feeling. Never had the figure betrayed the dark urges inside. Never will this guardian fall.
Crouching down low, white-gloved hands clenched into tight fists and unclenched. Long thin fingers lightly traced the cold metal of the tower before falling limp against long legs. The city noises washed over the figure like a prayer. Eyes never faltered. Ears listening for one sound out of thousands.
This is the life I chose. This is the scene I watch. Never will I fail to become what I might have been. Never will the light of the moon grace those again. It's a dark journey I seek. The path I have chosen to follow will lead to my destruction. They will learn to fear this name.
I have chosen this. The seduction is far too alluring. I walk the blade of a knife. One slip is all I can take. Yet, I won't be pushed again. Passion is far too intense. Our darkest of sins. Our mightiest hour. There is no longer a distinction between reality and nightmares. I am what they try to hide.
The tangled webs we weave.
Our hour has come.
It is all in our path.
To Collide With Beauty.