Burden of A Leviathan

Prologue:

    The morning was crisp, a refreshing air after the night's long gone torrent of rain and thunder.The freshly watered flowers were drifting lazilyin the cool wind; wild assortments of gentle lilies, passionate roses, and the unforgiving thorns that surrounded them.

    A sense of tranquility floated over the clouds, bringing with it a glimpse of foretold tragedy that would soon follow...

  Chapter 1: It Starts with A Whisper

 "You shouldn't goad them on so much."

 Artemis