Page 43 of Surviving Hallow Hill

Epilogue

Styx

She is what dreams and nightmares are made of. She is every image ever depicted of Lady of Death and Darkness. A Sekar legend sprung to life.

She whispered the stories to me before she knew I was a man. Stories of what the gaze of her Lady Darkness could do.

A holy thing, so revered it brought death with a single glance.

And she’s staring at me.

Holes where eyes should be aimed in my direction, yet I feel the stare like it holds a million stories, a million souls. It’s the agony and love of death and despair. Like the river of souls lives within her eyes.

It’s as frightening as it is beautiful.

Unlike the legends, though, I do not perish under her gaze.

Instead I feel thriving. Alive. Awakened.

I’m on my knees and bowing in an instant, my head so low I can taste the ground. It feels natural. It feels like I’ve done this for her all my life, and I want to respect her like this until my last breath.

Because she deserves it.

Because she is my Lady.

My Holy Lady of Death.

The End.

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