The ground was broken with stone and silence. Dust floated, heavy with forgotten power.
We saw the battle of Selnar.
She stepped forward. She had unique magic powers. Her bones regenerated fast and easily. She used her bones as weapons. She cast spells on the part where she wanted to break the bones, and without pain or cuts, bones came outside. Outside bones also connected with her. She could change their shape according to her will, like in knife, blade, sword, etc. She could control it too by her magic. Mana was the key nutrition to her. In her bones, mana flowed, and her bones were made up of mana instead of calcium. When she cracked bone, her body started to absorb surrounding mana and made a new bone.
Bones hovered around her shoulders like moons, each one etched with glowing runes. Her cloak swayed with weightless grace, stitched from funeral ash and sealed memory. Her eyes, pale and unreadable, fixed on her opponent.
Across the ridge stood the woman of stories.
