Wandering Spirits

A lone figure, a woman, walked through the rocky terrain of the cliffs in an effort to reach its distanced peak. Her face was full of determination and her spirit soared high which was an odd feeling for one such as herself. The woman was none other than Maria Zaroff herself. She was the keeper of the Forgotten Isles and the most feared woman throughout her kingdom. She was the daughter of Kaseki and relative of those of high places in Pandora. Maria held power and her aura reflected it, but she lacked something. Maria had long lost the remains of humanity that made her human; her emotions. Her emotional state had been shattered, perhaps even beyond repair. The price of a spirit-born and becoming the spirit of trust. She had given up something to gain something. Maria sighed, trudging on. Despite the city being forever enclosed in the arms of the night, the moon shone brightly against the dark sapphire sky. It illuminated the world before her much like the sun would on a sunny day. The light breeze of the night softly blew her golden hair around her shoulders and the moon's shine gave her an unearthly glow giving her an otherworldly appearance. "Perhaps this is what has the villagers in a jumble," she mused to herself as she lifted up her arm. "Nature's deception." The huntress turned her head upwards. She still had a long way to go.