I used to lose myself in folklore books when I was younger. When the family went on their retreats, I had nothing but time. The library at the mansion was huge and expansive. Everything from how to play the piano, to apocalyptic prepping, to old supernatural folklore.
One book in particular caught my fancy and I read it over and over, memorizing the important pieces to use in my make believe worlds.
One day a being will roam the earth, one so powerful she will have the choice to destroy or to heal, to love or to hate, to build or to tear down.
The lore was written pre-16th Century so it was written in forgotten English. The books cover was plain, bar a girl standing on a mountain, sword lifted in the air. Bodies lay in her wake.
As I recalled this story, I could hear the hushed whisp
