Prologue.

Prologue of Clover.

Ever since I was a little girl, I've always felt this strange connection with the night. Not just the moon, or the stars, but all of it. Every piece. It's like I'm somehow connected to it by some inner and unknown force. It calls me to it. I always sat in my window sill and wait for the sunset to come, because that's when everything really came to life for me. I never had to worry about the monsters under my bed or in my closet, they were all fairytales, lies, myths, legends, they weren't what I wanted. I always enjoyed the pure beauty of the night and all the secrets it holds because after all,  I was an angel, signed in blood.

Author's Note

Tell me that you think and should I post chapter one?