Vindraeia's Arc

Chapter 1 of 1

Vindraeia drifted through the wall of the grand estate, her pale form shimmering in the moonlight. The mansion loomed before her, all stone and shadow. This was where she died. This was where she would stay. Her killer lived here still, walking these halls in comfort while she remained trapped between worlds. She floated through the entrance hall, her ghostly dress trailing behind her. The manor stretched out in all directions, vast and cold. Vines crawled up the walls, glowing with a faint luminescence that matched her own ethereal light. She would learn every room, every corner, every place her killer might hide. Vindraeia passed through a door into the main corridor. She wanted him to fear this place as she had feared her final moments. She would make the walls groan and the lights flicker. She would turn his comfort into dread, his sleep into terror. The grand estate would become her domain, and he would never rest again. Her blue eyes gleamed in the darkness as she traced her fingers along the stone wall. This was her purpose now. This was her home. And he would pay for what he had done.