“Riven! Nicoliv! Selene!” Alexandria raised her voice to the fullest, but it ripples only faintly through the air in the field, in the middle of the tall grasses. It was futile, Alexandria knows. Their voices are muted down by the brashness of the storm.
Alexandria looks up as a particular loud thunder wished for her attention, and her eyes follow the first teardrop of the sorrowful sky. It fell down the bridge of her nose, and trails down her cheek.
If the sky could not get any darker, the sun made sure it does as it went down the horizon. Dimming the place even more. There are no stars visible that Alexandria so loves. The darkness makes everything harder than it already was.
Alexandria’s eyes have long adjusted to the dark, but it was not enough. All she could see were straps of arm
