The Sentinels shipwrecked

I set a plague of locusts upon this land, once, she responded absently, unsure of where the memory had come from. This forest is littered with my hexes and curses. Perhaps that is what set it to ruin. Perhaps that was why there was still so much she didn't remember; she didn't want to. And I could not survived alone for so long if I did not know how to fend for myself. Looks can be deceiving. What did the stranger think death— the Morrighan— looked like? Death was unwanted by most. For it to claim what it desired, it needed to beguiling and seductive.

Deirdre. Her lips curled gently into a demure frown, for the name did sound familiar; but she could not place it. For all her certainty that they stood next to her father's grave, for all the fragmented memories this broken forest evoked, there were no images of flesh and blood. I don't remember much of my life here before, she confided quietly.