Lunar-Alure

Chapter One: The voice of a prophet Abigail stood as straight as possible, holding her head up as the cool wind of the night carried small snow-flakes that brushed against her pale flawless skin, some got stuck in the places where the fabric of  her robes wrinkled. She took a slow steady breathe as she swept her right arm up and paused,  her eyes opened exposing bright blue jewels that shone bright in the darkness of night. The hidden power deep within begin to spark, starting from her chest she could feel the energy coursing up her arm, into her hand, sitting cupped in the palm of her hand. Sweeping her had through the frosty air in front o