She is Called Death

They speak of a warrior, a wanderer who seems to follow the musings of the Little Moon. She drifts from one land to another, bearing many guises and no history. She walks with quiet, making nothing of her going or coming, and while she stays, there are few who know her.

Many times have seen her, and many heroes have passed her by, and many songs have her forgotten. Yet, slowly, the thought of her persists, settling like a whisper of smoke at the edges of an eye.

There are those that call her nothing. There are those who call her nonsense, and some who call her myth. There are others who call her omen, and still more who call her demon. And then, there are those who call her Death.