It was a beautiful evening in Estolad. The sun was setting in the distant creating a gorgeous purple sky on the horizon. The streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of citizens trying to complete the last task on their lists before the day was over. No one would have suspected the thing that crept through the shadows of the alleys.

The ghost hovered through the shadows as she kept watch over a group of men she had noticed entering the village only a day ago. She recognized them as some of the faction that had made her mortal life hell. There was nothing she could have done in life, but now that she was a ghost, they would receive their reward.

She waited until the sun had fully set before she made her move. The sun had some weakening power of her. It burnt her very soul like some powerful source of magic. It was much safer for her to move around in the shadows of night.

She carefully followed her victims to their hideout. She waited outside for a second when they went in. She didn’t want to burst through the door behind them that would be no fun. Now that she had these powers she would burst through the ceiling. She hovered onto the roof and drew he blessed blade of the wind preparing to attack.

In a second she fell through the roof as if it was some illusion. “Hello boys,” she said with a smile as she suddenly appeared to them in the center of the room. With a quick flick of her wrist she ran her blade through the beating heart of the first of the four. She could feel his beating heart fail him as he crumbled to the floor in a bloody heap.

She turned to the others lifting up her stained sword. “Who wants to die next?” she asked with a laugh. “Come on it’s not that bad. I would know. Besides I am sure the devil is waiting to welcome her loyal disciples.”