LAMIA
It was 11.51 pm when I plopped down on the bench facing the fountain, one of many in the royal gardens. This one happened to be a carved stone piece, depicting the Moon Goddess.
The artist had captured her image impressively. A silhouette of a woman with long flowing hair down her back, one hand rose towards the moon, holding a sword trimmed with gold, the only splash of color. The other hand was resting on the nape of a large wolf. Tying the essence and beauty of the goddess, with the spirit and power of the wolf.
I smelt him before I heard him and heard him before I saw him. Taking a seat on the bench next to me, the cupcakes in between us, Kellen silently slid next to me. Folding his hand in his lap, he slumped down.
“Nervous?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Was his short reply.
“Kellen…”
