MYKAEL  BROOKS

Wolf

Alone, scared, and lost. A woman wakes up in a burnt gray, thick dense of woods. All around her are voices of yesterday, an intense ringing in the back of her mind, and jabbing pain in her stomach. Looking up at the empty bleak sky, she watches the ash gently land upon the scourged earth. She can’t remember what happened to her before she blacked out. The only thing that rattles inside her mind, is a psychotic laugh of an insane man. Both of her pistols gripped in her hands when she arose. Her long dark brown hair blew in the constant wind of the strange land that appeared to never be. The once beautiful teal and onyx black long coat she wore, had become torn and tattered with age. Dark lines and circles became noticeable under her now mute colored eyes. While fatigue, she stumbles through this dull mystic land, until she noticed an isolated withered tombstone. Laying in front of it, laid a bucay of dead roses. She felt the heavy atmosphere of forlorn, but when she glanced up, she noticed in beautifully engraved writing, was ‘In loving memory of an enchanting mother, divine wife, and everlasting lover. Here lies the wonderful woman of Silvicennial Exemina.’