ShadowsBlood drips from the edge of my blade. It plinks into the water, staining it in red ripples. I watch the blood swirling, twisting in strings into the pond. I feel numb. Hollow. There's an emptiness inside me that won't go away. I drop to my knees and my sword slips from my fingers, driving itself point-first into the bottom of the pool. Blood spreads out from it, clouding the once mirror-like water. Only my sword's handle shows above the scarlet water, wrapped in black shark-skin and inlaid with glinting eyes of onyx. It's a beautiful sword, and now it's been quenched in blood.
I hunch over my knees, shutting my eyes as my pale--nearly white