Monday 25 May 2015

Prologue - Misfortune

Present day

The misting rain chilled the pall bearers as they carried their sad load forward, the sealed casket a testament to its owner's violent death. A woman stood near the empty grave, the cascade of copper hair down her shoulders in stark contrast to her funerary black dress and the greyness in the sky. As well wishers spoke to her, tears carried on streaming from those breathtaking green eyes, a colour only one person in a million was born with. In the background, a man in somber grey clothing watched her intently, his arm cradled in a sling.

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