Prologue: Moon Child
Something rusted and metal rattled in the darkness. The air iced over as a multitude of flickering ebony cloaks approached. The giant moon shone like a pearl, however, it provided no comfort amongst the violent suction of depressing air through many shapeless mouths. Below the scabby hands of such fiends lay a sullen teenager who awaited her death.
Her once energized emerald eyes were now dull and gray with defeat. Dirty blonde hair wrapped around her like lifeless serpents. It was barely noticeable that the curled tips were singed. The skin of her face and hands had lost its once opalescent shimmer, and was now a paler white than the paper upon which her sentence was scribed.. All that remained of the image of her former self was the vague heart-shape of her face.
Every minute that passed was another shred of happiness gone. Every second, another pinch of hope that someone would put her out of her burning misery drifted away. Frost began to develop around her as she muttered to herself. Nobody else would ever hear her, except maybe the cloaked demons floating above her.
"I should have told him," she murmured. "I should have told him... I should have told him...I should have told..." The girl's eyes closed tightly as if trying to shut out a bright light. She didn't want to see what sucking out her soul looked like. The guilt of the situation was painful enough. How did it come to this? I am so sorry...
The environment began to fade as the dementors closed in. Darkness swallowed the area. Her eyes were still glued shut, doing her best to block out any potential danger despite her being completely vulnerable. Fight it... Fight it...Darkness still, and then nothingness as her soul began to leave her behind.
Moments later, a lighter colored haze emerged. Colors darkened, and figures of people became clear. As the images became more crisp, she realized the images were not physically real, but a memory.