/Author's note: Just like Cassandra Delorien's Realism, this is a oneshot for a mother language course (the same one, in fact). We were supposed to write with romanticism, and this is what I did, depicting Cassandra's fear through nature. The full name did not fit, and it's: The Romantic Nature of Cassandra's Fear./

The torrential rain lashes at my body, it's dark.

I can't see anything, to mud my feet have sunk.

I can't escape. I fear when the bare branches beat my body wounded like his sword.

The rain tries to push me over to my horror.

The trees are black like his darkness.

The howl of the wind is his mocking laughter.

Oh dear, I fear.

And I can't get away, as I sink into the mud.

Or has his black smoke stopped me,

Blackened the trees and the rain?

The cold devours, the water pours me to the black* horror of the trees.

The lightning flashes; it's his sword.

The rain of horror blackens him.

The lighting strikes through my fear.

The black smoke brings everything dark.

/Code Lyoko (c) Moonscoop, Cassandra Delorien, Riverain and the rest of its original characters (c) Me/