A woman draped in a while cloak appeared behind Abaga. Her steps echoed through the sky like drops of water.
Abaga was a born warrior raised in battle his entire life, he was trained to be a fighter and a killer.
His instincts could rival that of a beast and sensing the woman behind him made him so terrified he couldn't even move.
Sweat fell down his green skin like rain, he stood frozen still grasping his sword tightly, he wanted to run but his body refused to move an inch.
She walked slowly passed him then he saw her clearly, she was shorter than he was and had a petite figure.
The white cloak dragged below her feet giving her an ethereal aura. None could see her face hidden by the shadows of the hooded cloak.
All they soup were piercing blue eyes that burnt like sapphire, their presence made the world dim in comparison.
Even without seeing her face all of them had the same thought, beautiful. Prince Arthur reacted differently.
