An significant Past Part-1
The moonless night cast an eerie glow over the valley, nestled between two towering, green mountains near Ebonhollow.
In the still of the night, the valley, usually serene, had transformed into something nightmarish.
The ground was littered with strange objects, ominous symbols carved into the earth as if a cult ritual was about to begin.
A crowd of villagers, their faces obscured by bizarre masks and robes, knelt before the Elder woman, who held an unconscious Ether.
I stood at the edge of the scene, my face twisted in disbelief, 'What the hell is going on here?!' I thought, watching as the woman—whom I had once considered Ether's kind Grandma—now wore the expression of a wicked villain, her eyes gleaming with twisted glee.
Her face looked almost cartoonishly evil old witch... I frowned deeply, 'This feels too familiar... have I seen character like her?' I wondered.