It was those recurring dreams that led her to know the truth.
For one truth that would reveal the darkness in every chaotic mind.
Of the story that was made of chaos and greatness.
Of power and knowledge.
The sheer of wind swayed and sung the lullaby softly to her ears.
In the darkest hour of night, the moonlight shone over the ravine stone.
The beautiful white hair girl stood there, whispering a familiar name.
As the girl turned to look, her emerald green eyes were shimmering in the dark.
Once the name echoed in her dream again, her heart went numb.
And she would never forget it.
Obrigado pela leitura!