A soft glow of candlelight flickered its way across the darkened corridors. Gentle rustlings from a petticoat muffles the sounds of heartbroken sorrow. Foreboding gloom followed a shadowy figure into the night. Alura closed her eyes tight and sighed heavily as she placed her hand upon the doorknob in front of her. The long walk up to the tower had allowed her too much time to dwell on her desolate grief. A cold numbness began to spread up the length of her arm as the knob twisted in her hand.
The creaking of rusty hinges greeted Alura and bade her to come in. With eyes lost in bleak misery, she made her way towards the window. The chill in her breath frosted the glass as she leaned her head against the window frame. How long had she wallowed in this state? A week? A month? A year? Not even Alura herself knew anymore. For all sense of time was but a forgotten memory.
From out of her pocket, Alura drew a tattered note. Her chest began to heave as she pulled the note to her bosom. Fresh tears renewed the dried rivers that had so long flowed down her cheeks.
Richard. She whispered gravely.
The same desperate will of determination that caused her to climb to the tower began to take its hold once again. Aluras heart turned to stone as she crushed the note in her hand before letting it fall to the floor. In one swift push, the window flew open. A dull kiss snuffed the life from the candle. And then the world went dark.
When Alura opened her eyes, she found herself draped across her lovers grave. But how she got there, she could not remember. The wind blew her hair into soft wisps, but she felt no chill. A tear rolled down her cheek, but her face was not wet. She was as empty now as she had been in life. Nothing had changed.
A thick fog began to roll in at her feet. The howl of some creature bellowed into the night. The clanking scraps of a rusted gate echoed throughout the graveyard. Then a footstep thudded against the ground; dispersing swirls of mist with each stride. Someone, or something was coming towards her.
The creaking of rusty hinges greeted Alura and bade her to come in. With eyes lost in bleak misery, she made her way towards the window. The chill in her breath frosted the glass as she leaned her head against the window frame. How long had she wallowed in this state? A week? A month? A year? Not even Alura herself knew anymore. For all sense of time was but a forgotten memory.
From out of her pocket, Alura drew a tattered note. Her chest began to heave as she pulled the note to her bosom. Fresh tears renewed the dried rivers that had so long flowed down her cheeks.
Richard. She whispered gravely.
The same desperate will of determination that caused her to climb to the tower began to take its hold once again. Aluras heart turned to stone as she crushed the note in her hand before letting it fall to the floor. In one swift push, the window flew open. A dull kiss snuffed the life from the candle. And then the world went dark.
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When Alura opened her eyes, she found herself draped across her lovers grave. But how she got there, she could not remember. The wind blew her hair into soft wisps, but she felt no chill. A tear rolled down her cheek, but her face was not wet. She was as empty now as she had been in life. Nothing had changed.
A thick fog began to roll in at her feet. The howl of some creature bellowed into the night. The clanking scraps of a rusted gate echoed throughout the graveyard. Then a footstep thudded against the ground; dispersing swirls of mist with each stride. Someone, or something was coming towards her.
