A dangerous place, a place to turn away. This wouldn't scare the woman. She lived in fear her whole life. A couple of alligators wouldn't threaten her. She walked the marshy wetlands of this territory, vaguely remembering coming through here near her second birthday to be taken away in the battle field. The Battlefield is what truly scared her. Sometimes it was because of the fighting but it was always because of Natalya.
"You still haven't moved on? I've been here to see you through all of it."
She halted, her chin pointing down to the ground. Her mental breaks were much less now a days, spending so much time learning how to block Charon out. Or at least try and ignore him. She still thought that maybe one day there was a trick, a spell, some sort of sorcery that would kill him forever. And she would finally be able to live a carefree life. She was a beautiful woman, blinded eye and all, and she could have had a wonderful life along side her mother.
