Resting by my fire. Looking deep into it‘s flames.
My mind must have been somewhere else
Far beyond these plains.
I am suddenly aware of a pair of eyes staring at me.
I turn around and behold the most ugly thing I have seen.
The woman standing in the glade like a shadow in the night
Points her wretched finger at me with a wretched smile
And she asks me in a voice that sounds as if it‘s been so long
since she spoke, if I seek magic then I should come along
I‘m but a man. Mortal, a man.
But she leaves no footprints in the snow
Still I follow on to where she is going
For she has promised me magic if I follow on.
She takes me to a part of these woods few have ever seen.
Where the sun surely won‘t reach
Still the ground ominously gleams.
She says she‘s seen me coming and that she knows where I‘ll go.
But before I leave she says there is this one thing I should know.
She offers me the ability to take a fatal wound.
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