Made on AutoDesk Sketch Book (oh no bad quality export..) For @Givingcritism, @scratch-RRB, @ActualFactual only ;P ❥BACKSTORY❥ This is Arcane. On one fateful evening, Arcane was wandering lost in the woods. Every so often, she would hear a faint creak or rustle in nearby bushes. She would think, "Oh, why did this have to happen to me? What have I done to deserve this?" The only reason Arcane was here, all alone, in the forest, at night, was because she had was being followed by some person in a long, flowing cloak on the way home from the hospital. Her mother had been in there for several weeks after falling off a cliff. The doctors had said that she would not live for much longer. So, Arcane had already been stressed, and to top it all off, here she was in this creepy wood!! It's astonishing how cruel life can be. The groaning and rustling had not ceased, so Arcane decided to just simply ignore them and focus her attention on how to get back home. Stopping walking, she closed her eyes trying to recall which direction she had come from. Eyes still shut, she began pacing, unaware of the downhill slant before her. Arcane's legs folded beneath her as she fell down the hill. She flailed her forearms and legs, unable to stop the momentum. Finally, she stopped rolling and got up, spitting grass and soil from her mouth. "How pathetic." Arcane whipped her head around searching for the source of those words. She didn't see anyone. She had landed at the edge of the woods, in a field of tall grass. Arcane spotted a lone flickering light in the distance. Heart pumping rapidly, she ran towards it, hoping that it was a sign of other life. However, Arcane couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. As Arcane neared the light, she realized it wasn't a bulb, but an open-flame lantern. Disappointed, she peered further into the darkness, aided by the flame. With a shiver, she realized she was at the gate of an old abandoned cemetery. Arcane picked up the lantern and carried it with her as she ventured in between the headstones. As she came across a gravestone with an intricate engraving, she stepped forward to get a better look. "Watch where you're stepping, girl," said a raspy voice. Shaking, Arcane could feel a soft yet frigid breeze towards her, suffocating her lantern. From the headstone arose an ethereal pale mist. It was almost beautiful if she wasn't in a graveyard in the middle of nowhere. It floated towards her. The mist engulfed her entire body. She gasped and choked for air that simply wasn't there. A single tear slipped from her eyes as Arcane's knees buckled beneath her. ❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣ Arcane [ ahr-keyn ] adj. hidden, secret ❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣ Ar·cane, ɔr'kein --adj. requiring secret or mysterious knowledge ❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤❣❤♥❤ **Me picking the music be like: hMmM what is the most depressing music I hAvE...*** xD Songs Used: ❥Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At the Disco ❥Cradles by Sub Urban ❥Sick Boy by Chainsmokers (ONEDUO remix) ❥Outrunning Karma by Alec Benjamin ❥Jekyll and Hyde by Jonathan Thulin ft. Rapture Ruckus
