Aria (working title)
an excerpt

At her sandaled feet lay the pond, its emerald waters shining brightly in the radiance of the sun above. As a gentle breeze picked up, the surface remained perfectly still, not a single ripple blemishing the glass like appearance. A sudden gust sent her blue skirt fluttering about her ankles in the wind, and the air around her became thick with a sickly sweet smell.

“Aria...” came the voice once more. Harsh and jagged, malicious even, it sent chills down her spine.

An unrecognizable black mass began to materialize. Its dark stain spread throughout the once pristine waters, tarnishing them to a dark crimson. Twisting and contorting in a swirl of chaos and disarray, the once shapeless form split into two distinct figures. The entities reached out for Aria as they slowly arose from the now turbulent depths of the pond.