Henna

page one A gust of wind blew the at the trees forcing the black and barren limbs to bow down in submission. Not a single light shone through the gloom save a few small pinpricks of bluish moonlight that only added to the haunting feel the forest radiated. Silence laced it's thin fingers around the forest and left an icy chill that clung to the atmosphere; a barrier that no one could break and no one could pass through. It was the Forest of Silent Weeping. Outside of that forest stood a girl. She was grey-ish, as if her body was made of a smooth stone, and her eyes were red like flames opage one
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...and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
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...and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
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...and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
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