He was shocked to find a frail girl. He expected fear or even anger in her eyes but all he saw was pity. This girl was like nothing the Lord had ever seen before, her hair was a fiery red and her eyes a striking green/gold. She was pure imagination.
“What is your purpose child?” He boomed. She didn’t speak. “Stand girl!” The lord ordered and she did. The girl took a step towards him, looked him in the eyes. The Lord’s eyes were fixed on the girls’ as images danced within them. “Who are you?” he demands, stepping back.
She finally speaks, “Your end.”
