Prologues

Prologue Eleven

The wind takes a grip on my hair and let it flow behind my head.The small waterdrops on my cheeks mixes with the hair. 

Shocked. 

It was all I was. My eyes is whimpering and ready to fall down on the ground and I cry out as hard as possible. 

How could they? How could they take the life, the life of my own family first? 

They were murdered in front of own eyes for three hours ago. The house is completely destroyed and only some ash is left on the place. 

But how could they also take the life of my beloved one. He who loves me for how I am and I love with my life so much that I would give up my life if his is on the line. Their leader also, the group of the mystical angels. 

I take a breath and screams out in the night. They are looking at me surprised. 

Suddenly is it a grip on my back, like something is coming out of it. The water behind me looks like a raven, with blue eyes which is gigantic.

I look at them and the screams again.