All I saw was an interrogatingly pale face, tainted with red spots that appeared upon a begrudging halter. Limpid hair curtained the lithe face in its darkness.
This was so different than appeared.
She moved, no words seeping from her usually extroverted mouth that forth came no editing.
"Is everything alright?" One dared ask.
Her face lifted from the weight of her curtain, in which was ghastly in its demeanor.
Where was her power? Where were here words?
Once, not long ago, she was an empress, daunting and daring, bold was she in all now she looked dead. More lifeless than ever.
Then I saw it. Her furtive curtain sin slight revealed an unnerving dent upon her face. Dries pols o scarlet decorated its edge.
After that, it was soon she had enceased herself in what seemed likely as titanium. The hardest metal that none may get thrugh. A steel kight herself.
But one day, as I knew, I would experience something she'd never reveal to anyone else. This girl would kill if she had to.
It was then she was alone, tracing a bowl of moistened mud. Raid had just passed, clearing the field and leaving uneven bumps, with filty water residing. That moment, she stood in shock, sensing my presence, then seeing me come closer. Her hair parted in the wind, leaving it visible.
What was that look on her face? Was it hurt?
It seemed so soft and tender before it hardened. She was never this vulnerable aroung others. I would have never imagined it until it appeared viable upon her face.
Silence feathered the two of us. Away from me, she took afleeting step, running out o my sight.
I wanted to follow. I could, if I had the strength to.