RowenaWolfsong

Not often is the course of a single person's life at such a low level that one cruel word can send them spiralling into the Abyss. Truly, this level is only reached once in most cases, and none in some. Yet there are a small group of people whose lives slowly rotate around the Abyss, words bringing them back up and knocking them back down at the same time. I was once one of these people. I could feel the Abyss pulling, yearning to swallow me whole. I nearly fell into it a few times; nearly let the cold tendrils of Death reach up and pull me in. And then, out of the darkness I was floating in, a light shone through. A beacon, brilliantly light

Gwynn was, as per usual, taller than most of the people she passed. Being around six foot tall had its advantages, and its disadvantages. She sighed, rubbing her hand through her hair, patting down a few loose tendrils. People often claimed she had Elvish blood in her veins, due to her pointed ears and tall, lanky figure. This was not so- she was actually a Benedanti, a clan of half-demonic beings. Not only was she a Benedanti, but also a weilder of the ka'kari- two, in fact- and as such, could perform different tasks due to them. The Gold, which had been the one she was born with, had given her the power to "turn back time", and heal other's