Marwae had looked up at the starry sky, it was a quiet night and a perfect time to move.
Taking her favored blade and vials of poison, she saw her prey from afar a smirk coming across her lips. Striding closer and closer, her footsteps unheard. The campfire roaring, it was her Father. Everything he had done to her would soon come to an end. Sinking her blade into his back, refusing to avoid the spine. Due to her cold, cold heart. Her Father fell, though little did she know, the law was guarding that camp. Almost as if they knew she was coming, though they failed to stop the murder of her own Father. Her cold steel clashing with that of the three watchers, taking only one down, her stamina was low and her breathing was heavy. Fleeing with what energy she had left, The witch had struck again.
A title travelers had given her, due to her eery and yet charming appearance.
She continued to run, satisfied and she came into the woods. Murmuring "I'm free, the blood was a beautiful sight."
