Hailey's POV
"Who are you‽" I reached into my pockets and fished out a small knife. "I am asking you a question and I demand an answer! My name is Hailey and I am here to restore normalcy to our land. I will not ask you again."
The sight of the old, haggard woman with long gray hair and a snake-looking walking stick sent shivers running through my spine. She was nearly white in complexion, her skin even though wrinkled, glistened incandescently under the sparkling lights.
She was dressed in a black gown, her legs invisible under its flowing length. Around her neck was a cape-colored red. There was a staff in her second hand, thick and live-looking— with a round ball of light at the top of it.
The old woman's lips were pressed into a thin line, her eyes intently focused on me. All of a sudden she let out a chuckle, then a small laugh louder than the other.
"You sure are a feisty one, or are you not?"
