Shades of Eternity Ch 2That's where my story came in. It had started out more as a journal, really, but then it transformed itself into something much deeper and darker. It was as though I was trying to put my mind on paper. That idea, though, was rather ridiculous. There was no way I could ever really put my thoughts on paper. Paper could be read and my thoughts were mine alone.
I flipped open the tattered and 'well loved' journal that I kept my story in. It was decorated in a unique way, the cover was less drawn on than carved into with flowers and random designs that spoke of long days full of boredom and ink-less pens. Biting the back of my pencil, I began:
Amona picked up the rose that had fallen to the floor, gasping when a thorn pricked her finger, leaving a trail of blood down the green stem. Her eyes were drawn from the flower upward when the cool voice of her lover called from the balcony above the great entranc