She listened to the serene symphony Robert Carson conducted in his slumber, finding it calming, but not nearly enough. The dancing darkness dared not desist as she dreaded her dear sister’s demise. She was suddenly jolted into reality by the piercing notes her phone emitted. It was her sister. Even as she heard her sister’s voice, it was like she wasn’t there at all. Just another false shadow dancing around the living room. She was, as Bella had assumed, relaxing at the grove on Mount Serin, scribbling poetry in her unusual style on the inside of one of her plentiful violet notepads. She always wrote of the strangest things, only held together under one grand theme: Duality.
She’d penned Tales of war, and whispers of peace. The triumph of good, and the uprising of evil. The joy of life, and the pain of death. The immolation of beauty, and the rebirth from ash. Truly inspiring, insightful passages. And now they were over, she thought, though she wasn’t sure what prompted it. Bella’s sister said she had to go, and that she loved her. She even said there was someone else in the grove tonight, something she hadn’t seen before. This whole time, the darkness and the pain had been building inside of Bella’s confused mind, though she was certain she saw the truth past the confusion. The dread continued to crescendo to a climax, and then… Peace. Anger. Determination. Sorrow. Her Lily had been trampled, and someone was going to pay.
No sooner than she had this thought, she felt, as much as heard, a powerful clap of thunder, and it was like something had rushed out the atmosphere of the room to no place in particular. She heard the rain began to hammer down out of nowhere, and knew by the fading scent of her sister’s homemade perfume that she had been carried to whatever was next. She was safe, and the storm had begun.