A pointless story I wrote for @christmasanimatronic Her dark hair blows behind her as the wind strikes her face. The harsh winds stining her face like tiny needles. Up the hill she strains her eyes through the wind to see her destination, the old lighthouse upon the hill. Becky places her hands up in front of her eyes to shield them from the sharp air as she trudges through the muddy field. She reaches the front door of the building. The white chipped paint from the old lighthouse floats away as she stares at its features. She slowly turns the handle entering the tower and climbing to the top. At the top she can see for miles out at see. Her home destroyed, this plan is her final hope. Becky stretching out her right arm manipulates the shadows around her, calling forth her powers and bringing them towards her. The ancient dragon soul trapped within her whispers into her mind for the final time, it's powers fading. "Bush did 9/11," it cries out.
