Lord Ængelina

III

Dancing from the bushes came about the colorful figure, Ængelina. It was a kind goddess, filled with a face distant from sorrow. On top of her head presented itself a crown embedded with feathers of all the colors. With her, she carried a pole arm, containing the souls of the dead wrapped around it, for the young man noticed his passed loved ones faces drifting about the tip with such a translucent spectacle. There was a certain familiarity that he began to notice in her physical features that gave him the ability to take mark in this bodily creature. Her pale body was the color of a lighted green, and had the wrinkles of the elderly; You could tell she was a very old one, in that her limbs seemed rather brittle and thin. Her eyes shone with much vibrancy across their openings. In a split moment, her face carried out to be more alive than ever. Her sharp teeth that she bear, shown; she danced with great dignity, allowing the voice of a thousand needles pierce into the sky. You could tell she knew something of a secret and she withdrew any facial emotion to tell me what it was. "Goddess of the New Age, please tell me, why is your strangeness so fascinating. I am Keila, a servant of the Gods, and I have been instructed by ways of the Truth to leave a last print of the life that once flourished here." It was only a second, that he realized that his voice grew to be five times as loud and five times as engulfing. There was the echo of his plea, and yet he knew not what was happening. In just a quick moment, she locked eyes down upon him, stopping her dance, and she smiled. It was a different smile. One that picked him up and tossed him into a well of eternal fear. Her pupils then became intent onto his, and she stared for an uncomfortably long period of time. Keila focused on her eyes, and noticed the pupils alternating between the two sides, almost mimicking the animal with no intentions. She then spoke with very little force, "Tell me, polite one, what is death?"