Post by neverlandlostgirl on Apr 13, 2018 7:08:24 GMT
Night had descended over Bellerouge and with it came thick banks of low-lying fog that crept out of the bayou and into the streets of the city. Fog wasn't unusual for that time of year but even so the mist that clogged the parks and streets was much denser then could be expected, making the whole of the town look as if it had turned into some ghostly reflection of its normal self. It was easy to imagine things prowling through the pale fog and indeed something was out that night, something that wasn't human.....
A single white figure walked through the swirling masses of mist, humming lightly and carrying something large in its arms. Anyone who looked out their window and spotted this lone figure would have thought they had seen one of the many spirits that supposedly haunted the city. However, no one saw his apparition as it headed on its course.
After some time and just as one of the clock towers in Bellerouge began to chime midnight, the figure reached it's goal. Pausing, bright violet eyes looked at a bridge that lay at the very edge of the bayou. The bridge itself seemed to have formed from the fog itself and stood, silent and eerie. Once upon a time the bridge had served as a main connection where the Antoinette River divided the then young and developing city. For many years it was used a great deal and served as a good way to get across the river. It even began to attract couples who would sit on the stonework bridge together, holding hands with their feet hanging over the river as it emptied into the bayou before them and the sun disappeared into the water....
And then everything changed one day when a girl went to the bridge, walked to the very center of it, climbed onto the edge and jumped off into the water below. Her body was never found.
Rumors abounded about why she had done it. Some claimed she had found out her lover was cheating on her and she couldn't bare the heartache and betrayal. Others said she had once been a great beauty but a terrible accident had disfigured her and she had decided to end it rather then live without her beauty. Others still spoke of how she was just a normal girl who had struggled with the normal hardships and hurts of life and ended up losing.
Whatever the truth, the bridge was never the same after that. Soon other people began to commit suicide there, jumping off into the water. Rumors began to spread of how the bridge was actually cursed and that it drew those overcome with despair and sorrow to it, calling them all to the center of the bridge and then over the edge into the murky depths below. Then people began to claim that at night they had seen ghostly spirits of those who had taken their lives on the bridge. Fewer and fewer people used it and once the new bridges closer to the center of town opened, it fell almost completely into disuse. Hardly anyone used it anymore unless they were new to the city or were amateur ghost hunters hoping to spot a spirit.
However, the fog-shrouded figure that stood before the looming shape of the old bridge didn't look afraid or scared or nervous at all. No.... they were smiling.
Again the figure began to hum a soft tune that seemed to be both amplified and muffled by the mist. It sounded almost like a nursery song, something you would hum to a baby to lull it to sleep. Stepping forward with hardly a sound, the figure walked onto the bridge with its cloaked burden in its arms. Despite the size of the object in their arms, the apparition carried it with ease and soon enough had reached the center of the bridge. Pausing, they knelt down and placed the burden on the stonework before pulling the top of the cloth covering it aside.
And Lilith spoke with a wickedly innocent smile on her lips as she looked down upon the unconscious woman wrapped in the cloak.
"Time to wake up, Miss Elsa."