Post by Hailey on Feb 8, 2013 4:15:34 GMT -5
A thick mist drifted from the sky and settled to the ground, the damp gravel crunched under her boots with each new step on the seemingly virgin ground. It had been years. Nearly an entire decade had gone by since the disasters. She had watched it all. Everyone she loved, struck down, defeated. While she and Serayna hid away in the shadows. Eventually they were separated by some dark force and Anne had given up hopes of finding her dear friend throughout the last few years. She wasn't even sure why she came back. Had it not been for the whispers in the mountains, she never would have even considered it. There was too much pain here. She ran her fingers over each tombstone. Her mother. Tears welled in her eyes. Though her mother passed a long time ago, when she was just a young child, the sting of it still raged in her heart--supported by the disaster and destruction she only sat by and watched, wars she didn't even try to fight.
She stood up, wiped her eyes, and looking ahead at the path, she was startled to see a man. He had beautiful olive skin and chestnut hair. He reminded her of someone she once knew..of him. Her love. She had lost him in the wars. Could this be...? Perhaps. She'd have to find out.
Anne stood up and walked slowly towards the man, "Who..who are you?"
"My name is Casper Barcelona. I come from lands farther away than most can fathom." He had a thick spanish accent on his tongue, and Anne quite liked the sound of it. It was new to her, and this was exciting. Not only had she been almost completely in isolation for the last decade, she had never met--or heard--a Spaniard before. They were almost considered people of myth and fairytale when she was a child, though that was exactly the magic of the world she lived in.
He reached out for her hand and smiled a perfect pearly white smile. She took his hand. It seemed to be burning against her soulless, icy skin, "What are you doing here?"
"More importantly," he replied smoothly, "why did it take you so long to get back?"
She stood up, wiped her eyes, and looking ahead at the path, she was startled to see a man. He had beautiful olive skin and chestnut hair. He reminded her of someone she once knew..of him. Her love. She had lost him in the wars. Could this be...? Perhaps. She'd have to find out.
Anne stood up and walked slowly towards the man, "Who..who are you?"
"My name is Casper Barcelona. I come from lands farther away than most can fathom." He had a thick spanish accent on his tongue, and Anne quite liked the sound of it. It was new to her, and this was exciting. Not only had she been almost completely in isolation for the last decade, she had never met--or heard--a Spaniard before. They were almost considered people of myth and fairytale when she was a child, though that was exactly the magic of the world she lived in.
He reached out for her hand and smiled a perfect pearly white smile. She took his hand. It seemed to be burning against her soulless, icy skin, "What are you doing here?"
"More importantly," he replied smoothly, "why did it take you so long to get back?"