The Smoke Witch & The Primordial King

(Narrorator) A rainy day on the hills in the mountains deep in the heart of Norway, a girl lay quietly against a maple tree staying dry under its large canopy. her gentle pale skin glowing in the dim light of the storm before her. extending her hand upward she sang a soft tune "fall below, echo below, up high how gentle how powerful, you cry to me i watch in awe, sweet gentle bliss heavens gentle kiss" she concludes reserved in her delight. she continued to hum to herself as she lit her rolled herbs inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly allowing a controlled ball of smoke to emit, she used her hand to wave commands at the smoky sphere making it dance and flow at her will, she pinched all of her fingertips together and flicked them to disperse the orb. waiting . she continued watching the gray sky and its sparks crackle across infrequently from the thunder storm. Suddenly the sound of horses in the distance drew closer in, she stood her sword clanking against her scaled chainmail. she wrapped the rest of her cloak around her, concealing herself within it. She walked to the edge of the tree line. the horses neighed as they trotted to a stop, followed by the carriage as it parked beside her. The coach jumped down from his cover atop the carriage, he tilted his hat to her kindly as he asked "Maiden Bradhieder?" she nodded to him, as she raised her hand out in front of her producing a cloud of dark smoke. He bowed slightly and opened the carriage door for her to climb inside. she ducked the door as she entered inside the carriage, once the door was closed the coach whipped his reins and they took their leave. inside the carriage the maiden closed the curtains and removed her drenched coat revealing her beautiful red wavy hair and her plated moon maiden armor. glistening in the candle light the purest silver detailed with moons and stars across its plates dressed in a smoky gray long sleeve affixed to her shape. She placed the robe on a hook to dry for the rest of the journey. She unclasped the plates from her bodice and laid them next to her by her feet. she sat down and let out a sigh. she waved her hands in a triangle formation casting a protection barrier around the carriage. Better to be safe then to ensue a precarious situation she thought to herself. I'm sure the driver appreciated it regardless. “how long should it take to arrive at least 2 days if it's over the pass. In any case, I should rest for now. "she thought. The maiden moves the pillows around the carriage to make herself comfortable. she snapped her fingers and a big warm blanket fell like a feather tenderly wrapping around her, comforting her to sleep as the carriage rocked back and forth over the terrain. The next afternoon, the maiden wakes in a groggy haze. She slept for 14 hours in her fatigued state. she slowly and achingly sat herself up. she fogged her eyes over suddenly and contacted the driver via mind link. "You wouldn't happen to have any food would you sir" he connected back "yes ma'am i caught fish and cooked them about an hour and half ago. Please help yourself to the lot." she walked to the cabinet and grabbed out a skewered salted fish, she waved her index finger springing a small controlled flame from her finger, she held the fish over it to warm it up. "Not too long now" she thought, "I can feel its gloom, the Garden of aziza, the hot spot of the kingdoms for the royals to fill their greed. I have to do my best to not get involved, I can't afford the time or the trouble. just stay a night or two, and it will be over.” she leaned against the carriage wall and ate her skewered fish sulking at the thought of going to a place she couldn't help its prisoners in any meaningful way. Soon she would arrive at the most famous inn in all of the known world. A place of pleasure for its clients, but a deviant playground to the poor slaves in its thrall.