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Some badly lit art of my main antagonist Malum. I'm working on a chapter for this big lizard boi and some human designs. Next time I draw it won't be on line paper lol

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Annette Bhelfall: Princess Knight of Sacer

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Annette Bhelfall

           Annette Bhelfall was numb to her own touch just as she was to the touch of others. Often unaware while disparately trying to listen to others just how hard she was holding her hand, or if she was digging her nails into her arm. Sometimes were better than others. Most of the time she was attentive, calm and cheerful, looking as though she was expertly taking in every order or grievance. However, often in her quest to look as though she was listening, she would sometimes miss what was said to her. But she was a smart girl and quick to fill in the blanks successfully.

           Some days, however, were harder than others. Some days Annette was lost in her own mind and no matter how many times she heard someone, she just couldn’t understand. These days, she could hardly feel her own hands shaking clasped in each other’s grip or feel the blood run down her arm.  These days her own touch was just as numb to her as the touch of another, even after the tenth tap on the shoulder.

           “Princess Annette,” a gentle voice called, finally reaching the distracted girl.

           “A—ah, yes, my knight?” Annette said. Her vision was blurred as she returned to herself and she was unable to see the Everblade’s rank as she steadied herself. To her embarrassment, it was not one of her soldiers but instead a young servant girl asking for her attention.

           “Excuse me, my Lady, but your arm…” the servant trailed off, looking down and away from Annette’s swirling pools of blue.

           “I’m sorry, what do you mean? Could you repeat yourself?” Annette said with a smile, though it was clear just how hard she was struggling to understand.

           “Yo—your arm, ma’am. Your arm?” The servant held up her own arm and pointed to it, running her index finger down her forearm.

           Annette looked at the servant for perhaps longer than she should have, then to the blood running down her right hand from four deep scratches in her forearm.

           “Oh, my!” Annette said, her shaking hands steadying for a moment as she grabbed the wound.

           “Do you need my aid, ma’am? You’ve been running your nails deep again.”

           “N—no! No, I’m fine. Just…” Annette’s voice lingered, and her hands began to shake again. Just passed the servant, in a hazy shadow that stretched across the grand floor, a pair of eyes looked at her for what felt like a full minute before blinking away. Taking the shadow with them. “I’m just having…one of those days.”

           “King Donovan has already given you say to retire for today, my Princess. I could inform Lord Briggs for you and have your meetings dealt with.”

           “No!” Annette shouted, frightening the young servant a bit. “N—no…thank you. I’ve already missed enough meetings as it is.”

           Her hand was gentle now across her bleeding arm, wiping up the blood but still an empty feeling.

           “Besides,” her smile grew sad and her eyes distant. “I can’t go back to that noisy palace so soon. There are too many ghosts there this time of day.”

           The sun from the mighty windows before then slowly eased down, casting a sparkle in Annette’s teary eye like star-shine.

           “Yes…of course, my Lady,” the servant said.