Wicked Ones
02-21-2019, 08:04 AM
placed after the Challenge
The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh and bit at her frozen skin. The bleak grey cloud overhead reflected perfectly her grey mood inside. These short days, these long nights, the dampness that crept into her weary bones and made them ache for summer again. Each enormous pad broke the frosted puddles that lay embedded in the hardened earth, each one was made in the autumn, when the hooves of the horses that were ridden over the path had each sunk several inches into the then soft soil. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before her as if God himself had put it to sleep. She knew that her brother has bedded some...some witch, some seductress but she never knew that she will encounter her that soon and in that way. A sight left the woman ebon lips as she pondered within her own thoughts, lost. Stars filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, one that she knew oh, so well. She wondered, was it because she was completely nocturnal that the spirits have chosen her to become their voice, perhaps she was sensing the fragility of Earth all the more due to them. Perhaps that was the reason why she was chosen not only to become the Oracle but also end this rotten world and purge them for all their sins, including her own. |
