“I will believe it right away if you are only pranking us about your death rather than believing that you are utterly defeated by that damn demon king,” said Maleficent the Glutton.
The sky was dark. Crows screeched, signaling the setting of the sun. The chilly pre-night breeze whipped the lone winged Halfling who was clad in her black-colored knightly uniform minus the presence of her brooch. Her silky waist-long raven hair swayed as her head was cast down.
Darkness crept in chasing all the light away. The veil of the night was like the final nail to the coffin – the fact that Headmaster Kirk was really gone for even the great tree Ygdrasil was yet to bloom ever since the death of the sacred tree’s guardian.
“I never strike you to be the denial type, Halfling,” said the voice from behi
