It was a dark night out and the stars were shining brightly, shimmering against the inky sky. On a balcony, overlooking an evergreen forest, stood a woman. She was tall and slender, her raven-black hair flowing elegantly in the midnight breeze. But something terrible was on her mind. Turning, she began a brisk walk through her room until she reached the door, which she gently pushed open.
Stepping into the shadowy burgundy corridors, she continued to her left until she came upon a bronze Griffin reared up on its hind legs. She blinked rapidly — once, twice, three times — and the statue shrunk back revealing a complex maze of tunnels and halls. The woman stepped through in one swift motion and the hidden entrance slammed shut plunging the woman into darkness.
walking quickly down the halls she came to an abrupt stop in front of a fashionably decorated door. Reaching towards the curved handle, she opened it. Inside stood a tall white-haired woman with ice-blue eyes and pale skin. She was looking down at a book titled “Seers and Why They Cannot Exist”.
The dark woman withdrew a sword while the light dodged her attack and whispered an incantation that flung the prior against the bookshelf. Standing up, the raven-haired woman took three swift steps toward the moon-haired woman as the serrated sword plunged into her stomach, ripping it up until it reached her chin. The older woman gasped as the sword was withdrawn from her throat, intestines clinging to the sword from when it had been in her stomach.
She then fell landing on the maroon carpet with a soft thud, dark red pooling out from underneath her. The first woman plodded out of the room, her wet shoes slapping on the cold stone floor. Her job was done.
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