Figments Of Memories

_Figments Of Memories _

A craggy mountain stood ahead. It was late at night, but the moon was full, casting its brightness upon the mountain and faintly spreading towards the dense field filled with many tall trees.

The night wind blew, swaying the branches of the trees. It didn't take long before a loud cry pierced through every corner of the woods.

Men and women with pale skin, crimson eyes, and sharp fangs leaped from the top of the mountain towards the trees, letting out a loud, piercing cry as they descended from different parts of the forest.

In the middle of the wood, where the field was clearest and tall trees stood apart without casting shadows, under the brightest moonlight, a girl with white flowing hair knelt.

Her hair cascaded around her like a flowing river, swaying with the wind. She clung to a man who had been stabbed in the chest.