[[The Hall of Darkness had no more live embers. All had died within the stagnant winter air. Red turned to gray. Anger, bitterness, hatred, turned into calculated, manipulation. Success. These embers had died, but this Hall had not.]]
[[A cloaked rider came from the north. A black horse and long shadow. The forest spit its light into the clearing. Vexed. Grateful. Urgent. The rider heaved the reigns of the steed until it pulled to the side, and was forced to stop. The skeletal figure dismounted, and drew its blade. Long and silver. Simple. Primitive. Sharp. Over what remained of the Hall's framework and unburnables, the rider trekked with little consciousness. Determined strides brought the rider to the centre of the ashes. Drama ensued.]]
[[In one great sweeping motion, over her head, the five-foot sword was heaved into the ground. Upon the handle she tied a bloodied note. The antichrist took a few steps away, before turning back and marveling at the display. The letter read as follows, signed by Puma N Shadowstar.]]
Let it be known that I have slain my husband for the
crime of infidelity upon the morn of Feb 12th. I took no joy in the act..save to seek out repercussions against the betrayal that has taken years to build up. As it is...I am returning your sword, unused. I had no need of the instrument...goodeve.
[[Maybus mounted her steed and with hasted rode to the west, the taste of revenge still fresh on her palate]]
