The air was icy cold and the view was obscured by wafts of mist that rippled eerily yet enticingly. A dull moonlight shone through the forest canopy before it went down in the murky sea of ​​mist.
A young man wandered through the nothingness of fog and trees.
His brown cloak torn, his shirt and leather pants scratched and dirty, he struggled through the underbrush. Sin's breath was heavy, it sounded like a gasping animal about to take its last breath. Exhausted, he struggled up again, driven by pain that was actually not there, and stumbled on through the forest as if in a trance. These apparent wounds came from "her", which she had inflicted on him with the claws of death and with the teeth of hopelessness, digging deeper and deeper with the blade of despair. Tears ran down his cheeks, the reason that let him know his end was near wasn't far away, he felt that.
But then he took a rash step and stumbled. His face hit the ground and then slid down a slope. The fall had hit him, his head was bleeding and he was dizzy, his perception even more impaired. When his vision became clearer, he found himself in a circular clearing. The trees, mighty and enormous, looked like they were made of the finest silver. The leaves were bluish in color and looked as if they had frozen from the cold. Intimidated by the giant trees, he lay there. A mixture of fascination with his surroundings and fear of "you" pierced him like a spear. Suddenly he clearly felt the air change. His breath could now be seen even more clearly, the frost on the ground increased and the frost on the leaves became more. The young man felt that "she" was getting closer and closer.
His heart beat faster and faster, because of the cold that surrounded him he had the feeling his veins were freezing.As he panicked, a not too distant memory grabbed him. His master had warned him ... The boy shouldn't have gone into the forest of lost souls and made a long detour around the city of Obscuritas, because then he would find himself in a hell that would be made for him on earth ...
That evening, when his master wanted to warn him, the old man waved the boy closer to him and looked at him with wide open, agster-filled eyes. He had whispered to him softly:
"You don't know who" she "is.
You don't know what "she" is.
You don't know where "she" is.
You only know that "she" is following you and "she" will be the last thing you see. "
A shiver ran down his spine at the time, but to believe it, what this old man had told him would have needed something else. But now the boy found himself in this "hell", he sat in the middle of it, with no way out, without hope. Suddenly he winced because a figure dressed in black jumped from the tree. She was dressed in black, blunt-looking leather, on her broad, ornate-looking belt, adorned with a few rubies, hung a multitude of weapons, throwing knives, as numerous as he had never seen them before, hung on another belt. But what attracted his gaze was the unrecognizable face that was covered by a hood. But he felt exactly how a terrifying look pierced him. A little wind came up and the situation, black cloak was blowing in the wind. The figure stood there as if it were made of stone. His heart was pounding, he had the feeling that it was about to jump out of his throat. But then "you" moved. slowly, with steps that could not be heard, she approached him. "She" raised her arm and a long, black blade jumped out of a fixture. 'No ...', thought the boy and tried desperately to move from the spot, but his limbs were paralyzed down to the last fiber, he secretly blamed the cold for it.It was safe for him now, his end had come. now the last little light went out at the end of the long tunnel, his eyes went blank and he just waited. The steps became faster. Then "you" jumped off and now sat crouching over him. She drew back and snapped the blade toward his neck. At first he thought he didn't care about anything, but then he saw the blade and began to scream out of fear. "She" was not distracted and sank the blade into the hare. His death scream penetrated the whole forest, he cut through the deep calm that lay within him. "She" pulled out the blade and straightened up. Not even a glance was given to the one who had just been killed and just as quietly and imperceptibly she had come, she disappeared again. The black figure could only be seen a few meters before the mist swallowed it, as well as everything that was not in the circle of the silver trees. A crow with ruffled plumage sitting on one of the branches croaked again, but then it went quiet again.