The wind blew against Aveline's features, her vermilion eyes focused on the sight before her, a view that liked like heaven, with floating mountains on the skies stretching for miles, and clouds misting around the area, you could hear the high-pitched whistling sound of the eagles gracing the skies.
Aveline stood in the midst of this divine view, her black gown flapping around with the wind, one would look at this mythical scenery with much delight for that was given because the view was enough to lift one's spirit. But Aveline's eyes were dead to it, her eyes lifeless as she looked at everything the glory itself has to offer with nothing but a cold look.
'This world is a curse' she thought, her voice echoing in her own head as she revolted everything that lay in view. The magic it held enough to soothe one feeling was lost gravelly to her, the ability to feel was nothing to her. She knew only balance and what she was meant to do.
