Once destiny is knotted on one end,
it can swirl and tangle in random bends.
but the threads shall meet on the other end.
Untarnished silver-blade glinted its deadly sharp edge with the sunlight’s rays. The lady grips it with firmness, but the slight tremble in her hand gave that she doubts herself on using it.
Fionn tentatively took small and slow steps away from the lady piercing him with fearful brown-eyes.
At the corner of his vision, men already watched them warily with their hands holding the hilt of their weapons. Fionn observed before at least eight of the people on deck belong to the lady’s guard. She must be someone really important.
He also noticed his two companions stood to watch him carefully.
He took another step back, where he almost slips on the wet wooden bo
