Creatures of duplicity, quick to judge and driven by their discriminatory hearts. I am not overly fond of their presence and avoid them if possible. The wretchs take one glance at me and I would be sooner struck down then addressed cordially. It was a never ending cycle, a routine that did not want to be a part of. However, today my luck had truly ran out when I came across her.
So quick she was to turn her attention to me that I barely had a moment to react. Shrouded in plumes of darkness and handling a scythe that would tear me asunder if I but dared to look directly into her eyes.
I knew intimately well this dreadful aura radiating from her core, it ultimately meant there was an ominous force driving her, and underneath it all the ill-intent that would lead to my doom. With each step taken, I wondered if could take my chances against her. She was only one mortal, a isturbingly familiar one, but a fear-addled mine didn't have a moment to consider where I recognized her aura from. I needed to survive.
It woud take but one swing, and if I could manage that, I may be able to flee with my life and alert the others.
Closer and closer she ventured, each step rattling my senses as her geta lightly announced her approach. Nary a voice rose from her to threaten me, berate or curse my existence. This didn't halt the surge of suspicions that arose within me, to the point that any thought of bravery was diminished as my body rejected to follow through with my initial plan.
I must have appeared ghastly, trembling to the point that I could not keep hold of my weapon. Clumsily, it collides unceremoniously to my side; time froze in this moment and I surrendered to my fate at the end of her steel.
I waited. For how long? I could not say, it felt an eternity when the footfalls finally came to an end, replaced by the quiet sound of her garments. Still, I cowered, believing this was a ploy, but when I heard something being placed against the planks, curiosity took hold of me.
I spied the scythe behind her glittering still even as the shadows coveted it, but I did not trust her to be unarmed, it was surely a trick. Convinced, I look to my club just within reach, but movement caught my attention; her outstretched hand in offering.
This .. this was unexpected, unprecedented.
Was it part of some elabaorate scheme to catch me off-guard? Courage found me again and I risked it, if I am to fall, so be it.
Having her this close, I was able to search her features for an answer to my query. What I beleived to be the flames of rancor behind her gaze, terrifying as they appeared upon closer inspection, there was no hint of malice settled there. There is no ploy, no other weapon from what I gathered when looking her quickly over. I could just simply run away.
But I find myself tentatively I reached out for her hand and felt the delicate brush of her fingertips, as light as a feather, but heavy as a mountain when a sudden wave of loneliness fell upon me.
Is this what she was feeling? Though she did not express it physically, I knew the emotion, that was what felt so familiar about her. The dark was a lonesome place at times, those who are showered in the light could not possibly fathom. She and I.. we were similar in that regard.
Still feeling tense, I introduced myself to her, only to find that she too placed her hand on her own chest. It was perhaps foolish to think she would speak, but I hoped to know her name.
Instead she could only reward me with her most beautiful.. and heartbreaking smile.
