Silence filled the soul space for a while longer. Percival stood across from Willow, the unseen wind whipping his hair to the side.
Willow, who seemed confused at first, slowly came to terms with what she was required to do. She took a step closer to Percival, then reduced herself to a knee.
"Lord of Bones and Souls," she whispered, her voice full of submission and honor. "I humbly submit myself before you. You have offered me a second chance, an escape from eternal silence."
She lifted her gaze and her burning blue eyes burned into his. Her short hair moved with the silent wind, the azure flames crackling at the edges of their vision.
"But I am aware I can not serve you until the Ritual is completed."
She bowed yet again. "My name is Willow Lockhart. I am the daughter of a simple family from the village of Worthsville."
Like before, the smoke rose behind and around her, depicting the tales she uttered from her cold lips.
