Ursula Songweaver
- Lori Zaremba
- Jul 2, 2019
- 1 min read
Her story begins in
Case Three~The Hex
Trudy Hicks Ghost Hunter
Ursula lay silently
on her besom
She gripped the hawthorn stave and hovered over the tainted reservoir of the Bayou.
The creature hiding in
the murky, brackish water
was aware she arrived.
She could feel his fear clawing at her throat, his panic reverberating in her belly.
He knew his reign over this dark marshland, murdering; pillaging and every other ungodly deed he performed, would now come to an end.
Oh, he would fight... the battle would be to his death.
Drawing on the darkness he worships and the demon familiars he beckons, he would have an army at his disposal.
Ursula’s smile was sinister as she started to hum a victory song.
She cast aside the feathered brim hat she wore and let her sable tresses, streaked silver in the moonlight, flow around her shoulders.
Magic danced and swirled as she now raced toward the black soul of the swamp.
She knew this battle would barely cause her to break a sweat