From the ashes (c.l)

I looked up and standing staring at me was a boy. His green vibrant eyes stared into my pale blue eyes. His crimson lips letting out breaths, he stood still like a deer who heard a noise. His skin so pale it was almost as white as the fog. All was silent and not even a rustle of leaves… “It suits your eyes” he said, his voice soft and gentle but had a scary side attached to it as though he were about to kill me. Suddenly a familiar voice calls my name and I look behind me to a new appearing figure in the fog. “Lyra!” screamed an old screechy voice coming closer and closer. I looked back towards the other end of the lake but he was gone.