A beautiful blue slowly crept into the sky, lightening the darkness in it and painting it with its color beautifully as the first streak of dawn spread across the horizon.
The storm and heaviness of the night dissipated slowly as a warm sun slowly rose in the sky, spreading its warm light throughout the world.
There was no sign of thunder or dark clouds in the sky as white clouds danced in the sky as if a dark storm hadn't happened last night, as if the bloodshed never happened, as if the storm didn't almost take everything from Isabella.
The air was fresh and cool as it gently brushed through the trees, swaying the branches softly and rustling the leaves as nature reclaimed the peace stolen by the night. The golden rays of the sun lightened a world that seemed untouched by the horrors that had unfolded last night.
