Mystical

Olive heard as her father opened her chamber doors, the soles of his soft feet padding across the floor. His cold hands touched her still face as kisses swept over both eyelids." Sleep, and keep your youth," he blessed, tucking in what he thought, was a sleeping Olive. He slowly padded back to the door and smiled back at his daughter, his little angel. As he closed the door softly, the candle on her bedside table ceased to light the room , subtle smoke like a ghost floated almost invisibly, waved away by the blankets being thrown from Olive's armor clad body. Her red hair fell straight and sleek down her back as she stood up, her boots sounding against the wooden floor.

She went out onto the balcony, trying her hardest not to make so much noise by walking on the tips of her toes through her boots , smiling at the thought of what this night may bring. Out on the balcony the night air was a bit humid and Olive felt as if she were walking through a cup of hot tea. Above her head was the cloudy night , black and promising. The moon shone brilliant and round through a crack in the clouds. In the distance , lightning struck a piece of unlucky ground and thunder resonated through the black skies, sending an electric shock through the girl's spine. Tonight was her night , tonight she would kill as she did all the other nights, but there was something about this night , something exciting. She picked up a sword that was concealed by the hollow inside of a vase; the hilt glistened with black jewels that reminded Olive of her mother's inky black eyes. She sighed at memories as she grasped the hilt and looked up at the moon , her face determined, the wind blowing her fiery red hair about her body." Cover me, mother. Please," she said.