Phantom Hollow oh, who is she?

It was so quiet here.

Nothing but the distant thud of some creature or other, the leaves rustling under her feet. Her own heartbeat, if she cared to listen to it. Her chest ached, little spikes of agony like barbed wire wrapped tight around her ribs. Emotions stifled, yet melting into reality with every step.

Her mother was dead.

She’d fought with the woman more often than she’d loved her, taken everything for granted, and then tried to save her at the last moment. It didn’t work.

It never worked.

Metis the Firestarter, Metis the traitor, Metis the betrayed, walked a path all her own through the silent wood, eyes locked on her feet.