C229 Hunting down the Holy Sword!

The Hunt for the Holy Sword

The mood was somber, akin to a wake.

The once vibrant and youthful face now bore the pallor of a gravestone. Her long lashes shuttered her ice-blue eyes, and her cherry lips were drained of all color—deathly white.

She lay there like a delicate doll crafted from water and ashes, placed upon a bed as cold as linen.

To those who knew her well