Lady DEATH...before the death part, and all that LONG white hair.
part 06
On the darkest side of an uncharted island...
...desolation runs rampant as near nothing can grow, let alone flourish...
...yet tonight, of all nights, the moon seems extra bright.
As our heroine makes her way across the barren sand...
...the absence of her normally ever-present sword makes her uneasy.
But her quest is to retrieve it...
...at any cost.
And with possible and expected rewards for her efforts.
With her first prize in sight, her breathing deepens with anticipation.
Seeing her sword now less than a meter away from her grasp...
...and the enchanted spring barely a meter past that...
...she wastes no time in reclaiming her property.
It feels like welcoming back an old friend that has been away too long.
But now it is time to make her request of the Demon of the Spring.
But what is that rustling in the brush ahead?
Possibly some interloper set to rob her of her "reward?"
She will stand for none of that.
As far as she is concerned, it is Off with its head...or heads if need be.
to be continued...
to be continued...