Two years ago, Oliver and I went to Kells. Two years ago, Oliver was murdered by that damned Banshee. I had to head back that day to deliver the news to Oliver's mum. She was devastated by the death of her only son. She cursed me for leaving him alone. For not taking care of him, but that was two years ago. I am returning to Kells tonight to seek revenge on the damned Banshee. She shall wish she had killed me instead of young, naive Oliver. I walk into the woods. only stopping for water and food. I was determined to find that she-witch, even if it was the last deed I was to ever do. I wandered in the woods for what felt like days. There hasn't been any luck in finding this blasted Banshee. I was on edge, for she could be anywhere. I was no closer to finding her, though. I set down near a clear pond. The pond was so clear, yet so deep. It shimmered like polished silver. Then, a thick fog rolled over the beautiful pond. Covering it completely from my view, only letting me see just a few meters of it in front of me. When I look at the edge of the fog, I see the most beautiful woman I have ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on. Eyes as golden as ember fresh from a tree. Her ebony hair framed her delicate hips in such bewitching way. She walked across the water with elegance radiating from each step. Her ivory skin shimmers brighter than the water under her dainty feet. As she moves closer, almost gliding atop the water, so does the fog trailing behind her ghost-like frame. I am so entranced by her seraphic beauty, that I do not realize that I am walking towards her. I feel almost like I am in a trance. I can not pull my body away, yet I also do not feel the urge to do so. I walk towards her until I am chest deep, she is only a meter away from me. She still stands atop the water. Suddenly, I hear the most deafening screech. The noise causes my ears ears to bleed from the torment. She looks down at me, no longer the beautiful, seraphic maiden I had once had the pleasure to gaze upon. Now, only a demon with coal black sockets where her eyes once were. Her ivory skin is now shattered like porcelain. Her long ebony hair is now like burned straw, hanging from her head as if she is a doll that needs to be tossed. She jumps into the water, her talon-like fingers digging into my skin. Ripping my flesh from my arms. She tears away at me, shredding my lack of arm to pieces. I scream as she drags me down lower and lower. Finally, water fills my lungs and my last air bubble escapes my lips. I am left to my watery grave.