Millie spied him from her high tower, her large, beautiful bird perched on her forearm. This strange man, banging on her palace doors, calling for a woman Millie had never heard of, was about to be pelted with rains and the cold of the world. And there were no towns within a fifteen mile radius of the palace because of their fields and barracks.
Millie raised her bird into the air, muttering in an anknown language, and the bird dropped towards Alex, gliding down to him gracefully, and before it touched the ground, white light flashed, and in front of Alex, stood a White beauty
, her white, all knowing eyes, staring like daggers through him.
"Your name, stranger." she requested, her voice was soft and haunting.