A cloaked figure walks onto the stage. The face is not visible and an air of mystery is sensed. The crowd has quietened down. There was pin drop silence and tension was building up as they held their breath. The figure tapped on the mike and said three simple words in a voice clear as crystal.

"Power and Money"

The people heard it loud and clear. The murmuring stopped. The wind could be heard whistling. Even the rats had stopped squeaking. And then, the figure spoke again.

"Isn't this why you are here? Power and money. They make this world run. They keep this world from chaos. They are the ultimate vices."

The words sank in. Deep. As the crowd listened, the voice became stronger and stronger. The figure lifted its hood. It was a woman. Not just any woman, but a warrior. She had the grace of a dragon and Mystery surrounded her no more but was replaced with Courage, Bravery and Intelligence. A dangerous combination.

There were some in the crowd who murmured and sniggered.

Her voice had gathered the strength of a thousand and even nature seemed to obey her. She then roared

"I Am DeathQuill and I will rise in this world."

Her voice thundered over the crowd and whatever murmuring there was left, was silenced.

"I am sick of war" she said, in a quiet peaceful voice that left the crowd speechless.

The figure stepped off the stage and walked into the darkness, and vanished. Or did she...?