The flaxen-haired villainess stood atop her crumbling tower, tail blowing in a breeze that threatened to drag her away. Her gold eyes, a little wet from the wind, were steady and fierce, as though she were staring at the charred ruins of enemy kingdoms. mmmm i'm “If the world won’t bow to me, I will bow them to me,” she growled, reminiscent of a vicious, two week old hound puppy. A raven perched near h...

Whistling wind was surrounding Wisp and her new found friends due to the tiny cracks in the stone walls as they crept on further down the eerie tunnels ahead. Bats could be felt above them and almost all of the coursers were having to duck to ensure they weren’t being hit by them. “Watch out! They’re getting closer now the ceiling is lower down.” She warned the rest of them. ...