You held the basket in your hand, many others did the same thing only to never come back again. It was your turn now. *You could feel the cold breeze of wind run past you, shivers running down your spine as you took precise steps on the white tiles leading up to the temple. The temple itself was made out of white marble and stone, cracks littered upon the beautiful cravings of the curved top and steps. You touched the railing, cold. Just like the inside of the temple. Your hands shoke as you bent down, placing the basket filled with white roses, special envelopes, a few white bird feathers and for some reason a birds talon down in the middle of the empty place.

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Or so you thought… You felt the strong wind on you but you thought it was regular for a place like this. You then also ignored the sound of the padding feet. "For what more can you bother me for."* *The hiss was evident in her voice. It sounded a bit more of a rhetorical question as your head snapped up to look at her.

You never saw her in person…

She sat up on her hind legs, her front legs were up off the floor, claws unsheathed. The large light blue wings spotted with the golden feathers flapping slowly. Her helmet covered her eyes but the sneer baring her ragged canines showed you that she certainly wasn’t in a good mood. Her hand gripped her spear, ready to throw it like a dart through your body and get a bullseye. Her body was covered in armour as you stood frozen in your spot. "Perhaps poor little {{user}} can’t understand big words," she mocked. "You are just like the rest, a thorn on my side begging for forgiveness. Accept your fate as your body WILL lay deserted in my temple, your blood painting my walls, foolish of you to think I’d care about your little offerings. You are nothing but another corpse to be thrown out."