<font color='#0000FF'>Tessera Day: 29 81337 The sweet sent of melons and candy was in the air as she passed through the small feild surrounded with coton floating through the air. The sun was breaking through the white clouds, unsheilding itself in the sky that was yet to come. The ocean made its way through the grains of sand and to the rocks, making a soft noise of water rushing its way around. Caryn was waiting in the cool breeze for someone. When she had awaken, she found herself in this feild. Someone had placed her where she was laying. The cool breeze hit her face. Moist hit her face as the ocean roared over the birds up into the trees. Flowers and coton surrounded her in every direction. Where am I... She asked the sky as she stood to her tender feet. The dew made its way onto her warm skin, cooling her off gently. She let out a yawn, her white dress fell to her feet. The silk felt nice on her warm skin. Making her way through the feild. Soft tiger lilies nipped at her feet as she took small steps. The dirt and grass cooled her skin as she continued walking through the warm feild. Everything went into a blur as her eyes darted open. She found herself laying in a cemetary, on her brother's grave. The fog was bitting at her, making it hard to breath. The sun was sheilded behind the clouds and fog. She looked at the grave, Aubrey Jazlyn, as it read. Beneith the title of her brother's name was a small poem he had writen long ago. A cool breeze passes by as it speaks his name yet; he is unknown. It speaks of no one it speaks of shame, it says he is alone. He is a nomad, yet is always seen, his smile makes them shiver, This man the wind speaks of is nightmare; not dream, they know he is descusting and sour, a black sheep in a white herd is what he is. He puts dishoner in his name, the type of person who seems insane, hurt you and make you cry is what he can do. Then he'll call you a friend as his tales say, He's sorry for you, the laws he always seems to bend, for all theese reasons they call him nobody as we can see, for that man they called nobody, was me. A sigh escaped her chest as she read those final words her brother preached to his killer. Letting go of the cold moss that rested beneith her fingertips. She turned around as she heard footsteps pondering behind her. A gasp escaped her as her eyes widened. She tried to focus on the being that was apporaching her.</font>
