What happened Amethyst?

[One morning at Castle Ephraim]

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A pair of purple gazes, those belonging to Amethyst, eyed the narrowing river oozing down the hills, rapidly so. The unconscious leaves were leisurely pushed to fall from the thick, beech tree by the cold wind.

Funny in one's mind, the tall tree, with a name unknown to Amethyst, was in the middle of the colourful verbanas standing strong as if it was on duty to guard the growing roses. The wind, so quiet, hummed deep in her pointy ears that could hear sound effects from greater distances.

The breeze victoriously left whispers that wildly invited tranquillity down, to the bottom of her soul. Her naked pale back, which was harshly invented by flaws, faced the magnificent furniture in a bright room— that was drenched by the sun's rays. Bright and cheerful, the sun's rays paraded behind her back.

The sun would, time and again, hide behind the nimbostratus clouds— but upon seeing Amethyst, it fully came out to shine some light down at her. She stood o