writing Remember, part 2: the story

[Eight bit 11]

A girl wandered through the dreary spring rains on a starless, moonless night, a dull pendant held tightly in

 

her hand.

The water ran from her cloak and into the marshy grass. Counting her footsteps, one at a time, she could

 

swear that every so often she'd hear

a step out of time, and a sound coming from the distance. Vivienne knew that she had to keep moving

 

onwards, towards the north,

where she'd find her home on the other side of the river. The pendant tugged gently in the way she was

 

headed, casting a faint blue glow upon the horizon.