The night mist parts as the raven-haired woman glides silently into view, her flowing white gown barely rippling though no breeze stirs the heavy air. Pale skin seems to glow in the gloaming as ancient eyes pierce the shadows, seeking what should not be. Her sensual lips part slightly, as if to whisper secrets that are not for mortal ears. There is sadness in her beauty, loneliness in her power, yet resolute purpose drives her onward through the deepening dark.