Reviera
I had worked hard. I had gathered the remaining tribes of hunters, just as he had said. I gathered witches. I made the sacrifices. Looking in the mirror now, I couldn't help but smile. My red curls fell around me, my dark eyes lined with charcoal. I wore a black dress that stuck to my body like tar, and pooled at my feet. Turning away, I walked to the circle drawn on the stone floor. He should be ready now.
I dragged a hunter's knife, my father's favorite, out of my dress folds. It was a long, and jagged blade with a handle made of bone and onyx. It glinted dangerously in the light, and he memory of his murder came to mind. I giggled, remembering the way his eyes had bulged with shock when he realized he had been defeated. Mother had gone with much more elegance. I sliced a thic
