I see the light; shiny and pure as the star itself.
It moves fast, like there is no tomorrow.
It hits my hand and begin to glow even more.
A few minuters later has the light vanished, like a whisper to your ear to ear and back out again.
Instead of the grey, thick fog has a path appeared in front of me.
I look at the sky and see no longer the stars, just a full-colored black sky.
A hand takes mine and he looks at me.
He has grey eyes, turquoise lips and fire-red hair.
He says just three simple words to me.
"Welcome to Hell".
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Prologues
RandomPrologues or Previews for story ideas to books and other stuff. Feel free to use these prologues to your stories. If you like one of these, please let me know (: ~Being Edited to Prologue 15, 9/8-15 ~ (Expect Prologue 12)