MoonNymph2

Prologue Black limousines rolled up to a gate of wrought iron with melting icicles clinging to the fence desperately. A hand shot out from the window and punched a series of numbers into a security lock. The iron gate slowly pulled back, the hinges creaking, unused to working over a long period of time in the snow. The chilly air seeped through the windows and into the cars, turning exhaling breaths into an icy vapour. The limousines, one after the other, drove towards a black, looming structure at a timid pace while white faces pressed against the fogging windows to get a good look at the place that was going to be their future home. Amid