#WritcoStoryPrompt2
A wet leaf fell on her shoulder making her jump in fear. Startled she shifted from her hiding place behind the bush.
This was a once in a lifetime opportunity for her and she would not miss this for anything in the world. The black commander dozed off and all the black nights guarding her went for a break.
She hid herself in the bushes so that even a grasshopper can't differentiate her from the green.
With her bright green eyes and dark green gown that was several shades loser than her skinny body, she had no problem in observing her surroundings because she camouflaged well.
Everything seemed to go according to her wishes. After many years of prayers the gods were on her side.
She started moving towards the black iron gate that seemed to be her gate to the heaven from the hell. It was a dream come true for her.
She quickly walked on the muddy path, which was the work of recent monsoon rains, and touched the black gates with hesitation. She was afraid that it would be one of her good dreams and soon the black nights would pour cold water on her, demanding for answers that she was unaware of.
The black gate had a smooth texture which was a total contrast to her life.
The scars in her body and taints in her pure personality are the live examples of the torture she endured like a brave soldier she is.
Just when she was about to push the door two black night guards came out of no where to catch each of her weak arms.
She trashed fighting their hold even though it was futile.
The Black commander came and stood infront of her flaunting her failed attempt to...