
Mirialia Grace sat purched on a tree stareing out onto the lake. She watched tiny fish jum out of the water. Cally, her cat watched them jump and stared with excitment, ready to pounce on the fish. Mirialia was earing a black dres decorated with red roses for frills. A flute was placed on her lap in one hand. Everything seemed calm around her.
The scent of roses had filled the air. It felt and looked beautiful. Mirialia held onto the flute, picking it up and holding it up to her mouth, she strted to play. Cally stopped looking at the water and looked up to Mirialia. Her song filled the air giveing what seemed like a glow or ray of hope. She stopped playing, lasting for five minutes ending with a low note.
Mirialia stared out to the lake once more. The surrondings only felt more peacful. She jumped down from the tree landing softly with the help of her wind powers. She held to fans in her hand. One that was black with decorative red roses The otehr the oppisite, being a red fan with decorative black roses.
She waved the fan with red roses and then the one with black roses. She created a sweet rose scent, as roses danced around her. Mirialia picked the largest rose with her hand and placed it in her ponytail. She looked sorta gothic but yet she looked beautiful. She had black hair. Which was tied back into the ponytail and had the red rose assesory.
The roses disapeered and left the scent in the air. She started walking towards the school. She wore laced Black heels and walked across the graas, onto the stone and upto the large wooden doors. To men opened the door for her and she walked in. the wooden doors closed behind her and she walked up the stair case in front of her. She sort of wanted to talk to someone but she had been the first to arive at the school and didn't see anyone but teachers. She started to walk off to her room.
It took about ten minutes to reach her room. The school was so big that it felt like it took at least half an hour to reach a place. But that was just exagerating things. She put her flute away in its case and then grabbed the violin. Out of all the instrument she played, the violin had to have been her favorite. She walked up one of the stair cases in her room. Allt he dorms were like this It almost seemed as if it was a castle. The room was black and red. The couches were red with black decorative roses. thjis was how she liked things gthic and with roses.
Mirialia walked out onto the balconey and started to play Ave Maria. One of her favorite songs to play on the violin. She liked to pla y others but Ave Maria was her favorite. It was slow yet was fast in ehr own mind. She played beautifuly, making no mistake. She didn't know how she hwas able to play it. She had forgot anything from her past life. Including not knowing that she played so many instruments. when someone hasd handed her the violin, it felt like magic and just incredibly started to play Ave Maria, the first song she played after the accident she had encountered. She continued to play.