• Prologue

    Kaye Woodson loped up the long and twisting serpentine road, the woods encroaching on either side of the dirt path. Some of the darkened leaves fluttered to the ground from the gentle caress of autumn's wind.
    Kaye's autumn hair shined a golden brown in the moonlight, her hair cropped close like a halo that seemed to shine along with her calm and care-free mood.
    Her eyeswere a warm cinnamon brown; insightful and observent. She kept walking along the dirt path, her boots making crunching noises with each long and graceful stride.
    She finally rached the end of the path, where it opened out into a clearing in the woods. Her place.

    (NOT DONE! But feel free to comment!)