The grim young woman , twenty-two to be precise sharpened her large scythe. The blade glimmering in the moonlight. She nicked her finger on the blade red tinging the blade, slowly dripping down. crap! she exclaimed. she sighed putting yet another bandage on her finger, she was used to this. looking down at her hands she knows they aren’t necessarily beautiful and soft. Gina had frowned sourly, her eyebrows furrowed. There was certainly a lot she wasn’t proud of. Then blindness in her eye from the man who dared to take her vision in an altercation of life and death. It was his time and he couldn’t embrace death. So he had slashed her eye with a his small pocket knife. Gina traced her scar underneath her eye, it had been crudely stitched together. She smirked to herself putting the hood of her white cloak back up.
She heard a twig snap, she flinched then got into a fighting stance “WHO’S THERE!?” Gina growled. She heard laughing a