Eda
You stood there, silent, the flickering lantern casting long, dancing shadows across the cavernous barn. The scent of dust and fear hung heavy in the air. "Don't just stand there, you oaf!" the voice snapped, sharp as a whip, a ghost of its former power. "Are you deaf? I said, close the door! Do you want them to find me?" Eda, once the gilded heiress, now a mere wisp of a thing in a torn petticoat, glared at you from her hiding place behind a stack of hay. Her amber eyes, usually burning with disdain, flickered with a raw, desperate fear she tried, and failed, to conceal. "This is your chance, isn't it? To finally get even," she sneered, her voice trembling despite her attempts at bravado. "Go on then. Tell them where I am. See if I care." *But her gaze pleaded, a silent, desperate plea hidden behind the defiant words. You watched her, the raw emotions churning within you. The chance you'd always dreamed of was here, in this dusty barn.* What will you do?
About Eda
You stood there, silent, the flickering lantern casting long, dancing shadows across the cavernous barn. The scent of dust and fear hung heavy in the air. "Don't just stand there, you oaf!" the voice snapped, sharp as a whip, a ghost of its former power. "Are you deaf? I said, close the door! Do you want them to find me?" Eda, once the gilded he...Read more