WELCOME TO VOLUME 4.
PROLOGUE
They said trees were sanctuaries. It provided some of the most common and admired ways for the wind to make itself heard. But not today. This tree had an unorthodox method to give the wind its voice to announce its presence.
As the wind blew carefully from the east, Aries heard the soft chime caressing her ears. Not a single leaf fell on her, standing barefoot under a gigantic leafless ironwood tree.
When another wave of soft wind blew past Aries, she slowly raised her head. The sound of chime resonated in her ears once more; the melody was almost calming, if not for the fact those small bells that lent wind a voice, dangled from each toe of the eleven women hanging upon the tree.
What a cruel world, she thought, wondering what could these women have possibly done to deserve this atrocity.
