theastronaught

As a blinding fork of lightening crossed the purple night sky, Ambrosia woke suddenly from her sleep, pushing her short dark hair off her face to reveal her startling violet-blue eyes. She uncurled herself and stood up, leaving an impression on the long swishing grass that no longer shielded her from the sprinkling rain or howling wind. Her long, black silk dress billowed out magnificently behind her in the icy breeze as she straightened her body and surveyed the large hill that unfolded before her, also covered in the tall quivering grass, waiting. A phoenix circled overhead of the small coterie as they discussed their plans in hurried whis