unwelcoming and well… just down right spooky. She sat underneath the weeping willow, its drooping limps whipping around in the strong winds as if a storm was just seconds away.
Nicole made her way slowly out from under the swaying tree and back among the scattered headstones. The sky was filled with dark clouds and the wind was blowing bits of grass, leaves and dirt all around her. Her hair flew wildly in every direction. She tugged at her locks trying to pull them away from her eyes as she turned in a circle looking for shelter from the mounting storm.
In the distance she recognized the old woman from before standing beside a large headstone. The same drab, brown dress was swaying around her in the aggressive winds but she seemed oblivious to the swelling storm. The woman stared at the headstone in front of her. The first drops of rain pelted down around them like a rapidly growing drum beat.
Nicole made her way toward her, quickly becoming drenched as the rain picked up in intensity. Thunder boomed, shaking her to her core and lightening streaked across the sky. The closer she got to the old lady, the more intense the storm became. It seemed to be centered around the woman and radiating outward, feeding off her.
When Nicole got within arm’s reach of the woman, she turned to face Nicole, looking as if she had known all along that she wasn’t alone. The woman’s face made Nicole take a step back, clutching her hand to her chest and searching for an escape route. It wasn’t the timeless beauty from before staring back at her now. The lady’s face was dark with deep shadows and her eyes were hollow, endless holes. Her beautiful long grey hair was flowing around her in the wind with a power all its own.
Nicole stood there unsure of what to do or say. Her rain soaked clothes combined with unbridled fear caused her body to shake in small jerks as she hugged herself tight. Slowly the woman’s haunting gaze went from Nicole’s face back to the head stone. A loud burst of thunder echoed around them, making the ground shake beneath her feet. The wind began to spin around them until they were standing in the midst of a giant wall of rain. Panic started to fill Nicole as she realized there was nowhere to run now.
The woman pointed one finger toward the name on the headstone. “Kerrigan.” She said the name with venom oozing from her words. “They will be the death of our blood. Even now hundreds of years later I suffer because of them, doomed to walk this graveyard for all of eternity!” She screeched as if talking to the person buried deep in the ground, when a blinding streak of lightning flashed directly over them. “Now, they come for my blood that remains.” Her voice turned soft and pleading as she turned her face to the sky. “Have I not suffered long enough?”
Nicole could see the pain in the woman’s face along with a deep sadness she could feel within herself, like the pain belonged to her too. Tears started to form in Nicole’s eyes as she watched the woman, wanting to reach out and comfort her somehow but she made herself stand where she was. “I…I don’t understand. Can I help you get out of this place?” Nicole stuttered as she tried to put on a brave face.
The woman stared at Nicole for a long time, the darkness slowly fading out of her face revealing the light blue eyes Nicole remembered. Kindness and tenderness began to replace the anger that was previously radiating off the woman. The wall around them began to fall away as the storm turned into a light shower. Glimpses of the sun began to peek through the clouds casting shimmering rays of light off the dancing puddles of water.
“Oh my dear granddaughter, please do not worry yourself about me. A Kerrigan is pressing his way into your life, dear. They are determined to put an end to us. You must be ready to fight this alone, for
Nicole made her way slowly out from under the swaying tree and back among the scattered headstones. The sky was filled with dark clouds and the wind was blowing bits of grass, leaves and dirt all around her. Her hair flew wildly in every direction. She tugged at her locks trying to pull them away from her eyes as she turned in a circle looking for shelter from the mounting storm.
In the distance she recognized the old woman from before standing beside a large headstone. The same drab, brown dress was swaying around her in the aggressive winds but she seemed oblivious to the swelling storm. The woman stared at the headstone in front of her. The first drops of rain pelted down around them like a rapidly growing drum beat.
Nicole made her way toward her, quickly becoming drenched as the rain picked up in intensity. Thunder boomed, shaking her to her core and lightening streaked across the sky. The closer she got to the old lady, the more intense the storm became. It seemed to be centered around the woman and radiating outward, feeding off her.
When Nicole got within arm’s reach of the woman, she turned to face Nicole, looking as if she had known all along that she wasn’t alone. The woman’s face made Nicole take a step back, clutching her hand to her chest and searching for an escape route. It wasn’t the timeless beauty from before staring back at her now. The lady’s face was dark with deep shadows and her eyes were hollow, endless holes. Her beautiful long grey hair was flowing around her in the wind with a power all its own.
Nicole stood there unsure of what to do or say. Her rain soaked clothes combined with unbridled fear caused her body to shake in small jerks as she hugged herself tight. Slowly the woman’s haunting gaze went from Nicole’s face back to the head stone. A loud burst of thunder echoed around them, making the ground shake beneath her feet. The wind began to spin around them until they were standing in the midst of a giant wall of rain. Panic started to fill Nicole as she realized there was nowhere to run now.
The woman pointed one finger toward the name on the headstone. “Kerrigan.” She said the name with venom oozing from her words. “They will be the death of our blood. Even now hundreds of years later I suffer because of them, doomed to walk this graveyard for all of eternity!” She screeched as if talking to the person buried deep in the ground, when a blinding streak of lightning flashed directly over them. “Now, they come for my blood that remains.” Her voice turned soft and pleading as she turned her face to the sky. “Have I not suffered long enough?”
Nicole could see the pain in the woman’s face along with a deep sadness she could feel within herself, like the pain belonged to her too. Tears started to form in Nicole’s eyes as she watched the woman, wanting to reach out and comfort her somehow but she made herself stand where she was. “I…I don’t understand. Can I help you get out of this place?” Nicole stuttered as she tried to put on a brave face.
The woman stared at Nicole for a long time, the darkness slowly fading out of her face revealing the light blue eyes Nicole remembered. Kindness and tenderness began to replace the anger that was previously radiating off the woman. The wall around them began to fall away as the storm turned into a light shower. Glimpses of the sun began to peek through the clouds casting shimmering rays of light off the dancing puddles of water.
“Oh my dear granddaughter, please do not worry yourself about me. A Kerrigan is pressing his way into your life, dear. They are determined to put an end to us. You must be ready to fight this alone, for
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