I peered over my loom and saw someone darting left and right twisting and turning in and out of the crowed. I could just about spot where she was going, she was heading for me! I was scared but then I lost her. I started to look around but she had truly gone, where had she come from? I decided to go back to my weaving but then I suddenly heard footsteps and I knew she was coming. She stood firmly in front of me.” DONT YOU DARE INSULT THE GODS!”As she said that her pungent breaths waft into the demented sky.

By Oskar