And when she remembered the sword in that memory, and stared at the sword in the hand of the man now…
It was the same sword.
So that could only mean— "D-Duke Obadiah." With a weak and trembling voice, she called out the name of the man whom she was certain the sword was supposed to belong to.
And at the mention of his name, the man took a step closer and at that moment, the clouds covering the moon shifted and light from the sky touched the place he stood.
There was a wicked smirk upon his face, as though he was entirely pleased with the assignment given to him. His hand tightened around the sword.
"Disgusting witch," He spoke and spat. "Your time has come."
Hearing those words, Lydia knew exactly what was coming for her, and she knew what she was supposed to do…
Run!
Quickly, her legs moved. She could not run forward because he stood there. The only place to run to was the back of her cottage and she ran.
