My Bleeding Heart

"Weaving on her feet, Elfhild trembled in abject terror as the spectre seemed to float effortlessly across the floor. Halting before her, the maiden put a graceful hand to the bodice of her white gown. The wind sighed mournfully outside as the sorrowful shade drew her hand away and extended it to Elfhild, revealing a palm coated in brilliant crimson gore. Elfhild's eyes were drawn against her will to the spectre's chest. There the filmy gown was rent, exposing a horrible wound which now gushed with a fountain of blood. The scarlet liquid poured through the gossamer fabric, soaking the tattered garment and dripping down to splash upon the floor. Elfhild opened her mouth to scream, but her throat constricted in a spasm as though an icy hand had silenced the sound." - The Circles, Book Five, Chapter 28

This painting was inspired by a scene in "The Circles," a Lord of the Rings fanfiction series by Angmar and Elfhild. Check out our home on the web: circlesofpower.neocities.org/t…