At much behest, it would seem I convinced Mrs. Amateur to take over for a day. Actually, I have a feeling Matty had more to do with it than I did. Either way, the day belongs to her so I shall step aside now…
She stood waiting under the tree at the bottom of the hill, the same tree under which they first met so many years ago. Naeda let herself smile, as she recalled seeing him that first time. She’d heard the stories, the legends – but to see him in person, it took her breath away.
He was tall and lean, and strode with such purpose. This was a man on a mission. Naeda had been frozen in place at the sight of him. Her knees trembled, her arms locked at her sides; her hand clutched her bow with such force, she later found slivers in her palms.
Kitteh growled impatiently beside her. “Oh, shush you. He’ll be here,” Naeda gently chastised her feline companion. “He always is.” The nightsaber’s ears twitched in time with her tail. A faint glow crept into Naeda’s peripheral vision. “Told you,” she grinned, as she turned her head towards the source of the light.
Clutching the glowing Archeus, he would eternally roam Raven Hill Cemetery, restless and vengeful. Many sought him out, only to fall victim to his blade – Naeda included. Since then, it had been her mission to avenge each poor soul who’d come to an unfortunate end at the hands of Mor’ladim. Naeda reached into the sling on her back, and withdrew her weapon of choice. Motioning to Kitteh, she slowly crept towards her prey.
Striding between the gravestones, Mor’ladim surveyed the cemetery, searching for life. Or rather, one particular life form. She’d be here, she always was. If he’d still had an eye, it would have twitched. If he still had a brain, it may have remembered exactly why she sought him out day after day. If he still had olfactory senses, he’d have smelled her perfume wafting up behind him.
“Hello, handsome.” Mor’ladim froze. “Wanna go fishing?” He spun to face Naeda just as she swung her Jeweled Fishing Pole.
Naeda crouched beside his fallen form. “Same time tomorrow?”, she whispered. “I just ordered the Extreme Angler FC-5000 from Nat Pagle, and want to test the flexibility.”
“Alright, see you then.” Naeda stood, and placed her fishing pole in the sling on her back. She turned to Kitteh, and scratched her behind the ears. “You hungry? Let’s see if Tummy wants to go for Murlacos.”