She didn't really have a name. Of course, people called her things: Reaper, Death, Cruel, and Mercy were the most common ones, but there were many others, in all the languages, some that no human had spoken in thousands of years. That is what they called her, yes. But that wasn't her name. She was everywhere. In the desert, in bustling cities, in dark forests where only the spirits lived. Everyone knew of her, just as they knew there was no escaping her grasp. Even the so-called immortals, those who had lived for millions upon millions of years for the rises and destruction of empires, would soon fall to her. They always did. She knew the bow was not conventional for one of her caliber. She had found it in a cramped home, during a Plague that had wreaked its vengeance long ago. It had been left on the little girl's bed, limp and forgotten in the chaos her coming had brought. She had taken it. No one would remember it anyway. No one would remember the girl. She didn't have a name, not really. But she called herself what the girl had been called, because a small child with a ribbon did not deserve to be forgotten. She didn't have a name. But she called herself Emma. ... oh my goodness this was so much fun to draw!! Thank you so much, @cara_chan, for hosting this DTA! I had a lot of fun with the backstory. The first drawing (and the character) belongs to @cara_chan, the second drawing belongs to me. My art was made in Autodesk Sketchbook. I hope you enjoy :D I headcanon that she likes collecting random trinkets she comes across she also collects names
