She has wrath kept under tight leashes, this one.

Prophet of Death

The Prophets are sacred twins; two halves to complete the whole.

I wish this Prophet was more like her other half but no, she is a dark mother… a crow of ill omen. She emerged like a shadow breaking into a flock of starving ravens.

I heard her speak through the voice of another and she told me a story that was older than the stars.

I heard her pain as she spoke of old wounds that just never healed. I could not read what was in her eyes but they sent chills down my spine.

When her story finally ended, I asked her to stay a little longer and she politely refused. Without looking back, she said that she would come for me one day.

The beast was here all along…


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