Loss Of Uther
When one leaves, another arrives.
In an old, weathered cabin in the woods that used to be a mighty city. Lilith sat in front of a roaring fire. The flickering flames highlighted her soft, feminine features. Her lavender eyes darted back and forth between the fire and Morgana, who was blissfully playing on the floor with her hand-sewn doll. Lilith’s goddess-like beauty can not hide the worry that is written on her face. The sun started to set, and all Lili...