It was a furious wind that challenged the whole mountain, a being that with a fury and speed could brake the whole ocean and it's glory. But the mountain didn't flinch to it's power ,instead it slashed the wind with it's pure determination and will, becoming victorious to it's Neverending madness.
Elliot, was sitting from the window looking at the beautiful combination of the clouds and sunset that compressed and mixed as a single entity creating a different view on his head, on this this world a veiw that that challenges every perception of the horizon, and also life itself. ' What beautiful colors, I wish I was there feeling it, feeling the coulds on my hands..
my lord why do you need him to your Neverending empire.'
Elliot eyes were in deep distres, his hands were cold from the obsession that he craved so much, looking and looking from the window at the fast coming cold night that encompasses as all, looking for something to give him a another chance, looking and looking to crave a spark of hope ' he is going' his eyes almost tearing up ,he knows that it's destiny and that it is unchangeable, yet he believes on it, with it fullest soul that It might change, his frustration getting to him clinching evry bone and flesh that he has in this unlucky body that No one respects, no one looks at.
He bites his hand with pure frustration that corrupts every soul, his eyes in tears that look for a way but, the answer nowhere to be found, his mind telling him that something is destined to be lost.
As his suffering continued to a never ending extend, he heard quiet footsteps that wanted to live in the shadows, their unwanted presence gave Elliot a sight of irration, his composure, distraught and wanting to feel alone was intentionally shut down.
As the footsteps come closer and closer Elliot wants to know of who could it be that it is searching for him, and why.
Who could it be Elliot wonders about the person that is searching for him, he begins to think of the unwanted things he doesn't want to reside into his mind, the thoughts that he truly despises.
THE door opens with a slowed action, from the door comes a beautiful girl with white hair like the snow her ayes a killing blue that pinches all hearts when looked at.
'A servant?' Elliot murmured to himself, his eyes pointing to this girl, he wonder's of what she could tell him, would it be the hope he had been looking for or is it just a lie that life gives to challenge every mountain.