Agnes

A long-time witch walked past forgotten tombstones, choosing a companion and companion for centuries to come. Her hair and skin were white, but not old, as if she looked to be between 19 and 24 years old. Her hair, like a snow-white waterfall, flowed down both shoulders, just below her waist. Her blue eyes were empty from a long, lonely journey.

Walking deeper into the forgotten cemetery, she stopped in front of a worn, old tombstone, where neither a photograph nor any inscriptions were visible. Standing to the side, she took out a curved dagger and cut her palm. Blood flowed down her palm, right onto the ground next to the tombstone.

"Rise from the dead - he who lies on the forgotten lands, the dead and silent graves. Hear my voice and taste my blood - become my faithful companion for a long time, may your mind and reason remain with you, and your body mobile and alive."

Having finished her speech, the girl put away the dagger and took out a black cloth, wrapping it around her palm to stop the bleeding. Now she could only wait for her companion to rise from the dead, filled with life by the blood shed over the grave.

A long-time witch walked past forgotten tombstones, choosing a companion and companion for centuries to come. Her hair and skin were white, but not old, as if she looked to be between 19 and 24 years old. Her hair, like a snow-white waterfall, flowed down both shoulders, just below her waist. Her blue eyes were empty from a long, lonely journey.

Walking deeper into the forgotten cemetery, she stopped in front of a worn, old tombstone, where neither a photograph nor any inscriptions were visible. Standing to the side, she took out a curved dagger and cut her palm. Blood flowed down her palm, right onto the ground next to the tombstone.

"Rise from the dead - he who lies on the forgotten lands, the dead and silent graves. Hear my voice and taste my blood - become my faithful companion for a long time, may your mind and reason remain with you, and your body mobile and alive."

Having finished her speech, the girl put away the dagger and took out a black cloth, wrapping it around her palm to stop the bleeding. Now she could only wait for her companion to rise from the dead, filled with life by the blood shed over the grave.