Deepwood Weald luto et nivis

she'd heard stories of the shadows come to devour lost souls. she'd thought them only legend, only children's tales! but when she turned to look upon him, upon the void that swallowed his figure and lay forth an all consuming blight, she saw what children feared. 

"úmaiar," she called to him, braving the tremor in her legs. she would not flee from this shadow!

"you have come for my soul?" it could be the only reason why he was here, why he'd clawed his way from the depths of the abyss. 

wind rattled the barren branches above as she stood there expectantly, waiting for the beast to consume her whole. 

was this to be her death song?