A/N: Here's a little teaser of what's to come in the new year. Please review with what you think, want, hope, everything. I want to hear from you, and please keep in mind that reviews will effect the length and outcome of the sequel :] the more positive reviews the faster and better the story will be.
It was dim and dark and cold. However what stood out the most wasn't how bleak the world looked in this moment. What stood out wasn't how a blackened veil had come over her sight obscuring the visages of existence around her. What stood out wasn't her pale pallor, or the frigid, congealing blood slugging through her veins.
What stood out above and most of all that night was the surreal, and if it might be said poetic, way the world was falling apart around her. It was this harmonized feeling of destruction and ethereal beauty that made her heart beat viscously against her ribs and her breath halt in her lungs. It was as if she could see the words penned out describing the demolition of the city letter by letter.
She didn't feel her feet against the paved smooth paths as she fled. But she saw the bodies. She tried not to, but her eyes became cameras and she couldn't ignore the images they captured. Bodies strewn everywhere, decapitated, torn, mutilated bodies; amputated limbs, blood floating in hazy clouds and pooling in the stones, this all swam through her eyes as she ran.
This once beautiful city, one she'd dreamt of and imagined, one she'd seen only in fairy tales, was trembling to ash before her eyes. Dully she thought, it was like a broken heart to behold.
But what chilled her the most wasn't any of the sights. It wasn't anything she'd yet experienced. What truly struck a chord of terror into her soul wasn't the carnage or the destruction. What resonated fear into her being was the symphony of screams. And, how oddly enough, they weren't her own.