Prologue

 

      Barren land, hard and cracked. The ground seems to be on fire as steam rises from the dirt. A lone dead tree stands in the middle of the wasteland. A woman lays beneath the blackened branches, her piercing eyes gazing longingly at the orange sky above. Great, charcoal feathery wings are spread out around her body on the blazing dirt. The fallen angel is draped in blood red silk, covering the middle of her body and falling loosely over her wings. She clenches a black rose splattered with blood in one hand, the other resting on her stomach. Her long black hair gently stirs with the breeze that carries across the parched land. The white feather in her hair quivers slightly, and all is still.

      A shadow is cast across her face as a young man stands above her. Her eyes shift from the empty sky to the face of the man. She remains expressionless as she recognizes the visitor. He kneels down beside the angel and kisses her lips, which slowly turn a dark red. The man stands up, the light behind him making him only a silhouette. “My love...” she whispers.

      “An angel does not fall from heaven because she loves,” he quickly retorts.

      She closes her eyes with a sigh, but says nothing.

      The man abruptly turns away and walks off into the distance. The angel flicks her eyes back open to the sky. A red tear runs down her cheek and falls upon the the earth. A flower blooms from the spot but quickly dies.

      Past the clouds and beyond the sky hovers another angel. Her blue robes and large white wings give off a glow that surrounds her. She too cries. But Hope does not cry for herself. Her tears are for her sister, who lays upon the firey ground of Earth.

Reviews

[Lady]

You have a very beautiful nature to your writing. Very descriptive and full of imagery that favors to all the senses. This was definitely a wonderful prologue, you have me very interested in what is to come.

My only sort of correction would be concerning the first paragraph. Every sentence sort of runs off the tongue and or mind with timing the same exact way. I'd suggest changing the length and type of sentence structure a bit. Some sentences could even me conjoined with either a word, comma, or semi colin.

Hope this helps. Look forward to reading your novel!