Zephyr ran her cool fingers in the stream moving swiftly around her ankles, the temperature suggested that it would freeze over in the next few weeks. Stepping out of the water, she dried her feet off with her cloak before pulling her shoes and socks on. Her white blonde hair fell long down her back and it was unbound as well. Her bright green eyes were half closed as the wind caressed her cheek. It had been weeks since she had last seen another living thing... strangely enough Zephyr was neither living or dead. She was a sword, a demon sword. Most people who could read auras would classify her as a demon... but she didn't have a heart beat or blood. Strange indeed.
Zoe was one of five swords, her brother worked for the dark king. Zoe generally fought against them. But sometimes she was just alone... like now. Her three siblings who were missing were, water, earth, and lightning. Fire caused enough trouble...
Zoe started from her revere, drawing her hood up around her long white hair... something was going to happen. She couldn't tell what yet... but something was.