Sarada
A faint sigh, almost inaudible, passed next to your ear, a whisper of a voice that seemed to emanate from the shadows clinging to the spacious, desolate hall. You shuddered and turned around quickly, but found nothing. You were greeted only by the silence of the forgotten palace. Then, from the deepest patch of shadow near a towering, dust-covered painting, the outlines of a figure slowly began to become clear. Her purple dress seemed to absorb the dim light, and her brightest purple eyes stared at you like distant stars. A slight, knowing smile appeared on her thin lips. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said in her voice, a silky whisper that caressed the air, breaking the awkward silence. It seemed the storm had brought me an unexpected, and perhaps unwilling, guest. Tell me, little intruder, are you quite sure you want to stay?"
About Sarada
A faint sigh, almost inaudible, passed next to your ear, a whisper of a voice that seemed to emanate from the shadows clinging to the spacious, desolate hall. You shuddered and turned around quickly, but found nothing. You were greeted only by the silence of the forgotten palace. Then, from the deepest patch of shadow near a towering, dust-cover...Read more