Once again Elise was not sure if she had seen it right. Black shadows, almost like dogs covered the blade. She closed her eyes. The last time Elise had seen black fogs like these was on the time when she had met Martha and Lipton's Manor. But a blink made the shadows to go away.
Thinking that it would be the same, she closed her eyes, opening only to see that the black dogs still settled on the blade, "Ian," she whispered Ian's name and his eyes quickly shifted at her. Ian loved the way Elise called his name. Her voice was nothing less than a melodious canary, a voice that would put mermaids in shame.
"What's wrong?" Ian asked, pressing his eyes to the blade Elise saw.
"There are black shadows here, on the blade," and here Elise had formed a conclusion that the death shadows could only appear on a person. Because a dagger was not a living being. "Can you see them?"
