Blackwater Islands Rebirthing

the spirits shrieked. blood, so much blood, yet they called for more. screamed for it. they lashed out with cold phantom teeth and claws of aether. in silence the listener bore their fury.

fury.

the woman faltered. the screams died, and the song rose.

fury.

listen, the prophet urged. hear your story. the path you must walk.

the listener lifted one trembling paw and pressed it to the scarlet stone. it came away dark and glistening. she pressed it to the queen's pale cheek, painting her with the blood of her sacrifice.

this is your beginning, fury brunhilde. this is the first day.