The Woman In White
It was raining on Patch, a torrential rain that had forced the people to shelter from the deluge with the exception of one person, a woman. She wore a white cape and a hood covered her face, which did not prevent long blond locks from descending to the base of her neck. Despite the rain and the strong wind, she remained leaning against the wall of the back of a fishermen's shop.
Neither the cold nor the bursts seemed to affect her. She seemed to be plunged into too deep darkness to feel the onslaught of the outside world. In her mind, a word came back in a loop with an only question.
How much... How much ? Dead ? Lives swept by its passage ? She wanted to save people, but how many had died in return ?
A gust of wind more vicious than the others blew her hood, revealing an angelic face, without defect or bad intention in her eyes, just fatigue and a total absence of light in her eyes.
A drop of water fell on her eye and drew a tear flowing down her cheek. She had no more tears to cry then the sky was replacing her. But she was unable to thank that attention.
How long have they been fleeing ? How long had they not met again ? Ten years ? Fifteen ? She lost hope ... It was impossible to know if they were still alive. She did not stop until she had all of them under her chains, chained, dominated, perfect machines to kill for her plans of destruction.
— No…
No. Needless to think about that tonight. He had to rest, regain strength before continuing his journey. If it remained too long here, this village risked being victim of an attack of Grimm ...
They would meet. After all, they were bound together, right?