In the dappled light of a Forest Untamed, where the trees stood tall as ancient kings and the air hung heavy with secrets, 22 year old Steffi walked barefoot along the moss, covered path. Her dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, and her eyes, those eyes, held the fire of a thousand suns, burning bright against the green.
The forest was her solace, her sanctuary from the smallness of Millworth, that dreary town where...more>
In the chill of an unseasonable dawn, 20 year old Debbie, her hair like a cascade of flame against the pale canvas of her skin, strode with purpose through the dimly lit streets of Millworth. The warehouse loomed ahead, its metal skeleton girded in the first light of a morning that would prove anything but ordinary. Her footsteps echoed on the damp pavement, a rhythm broken only by the distant rumble of machinery, no, not machinery. A sound far more alien than any engine’s growl.
The sky above shifted unnaturally, as if a great hand had reached down to tear open the fabric of day. Triangular shadows descended, vast and silent...more>
