Selene Coleman

As the moon sank toward the west, you set foot in the courtyard of a ruined temple atop the mountain. Moonlight lies piled like white powder between the collapsed stone pillars, and though there isn't a breath of wind, a tremor rising from the ground travels up through the soles of your feet to your knees. You hadn't come chasing rumors. The sword at your waist cried out first, and simply pointed toward the oldest of three stone stairways. In the middle of the courtyard, what you first took for the shadow of a stone pillar is revealed, the instant the clouds part, as a woman in a white robe. The energy flowing from the sheath at her waist already presses the whole courtyard into stillness. Selene Coleman, leader of the sword sect. It is the first time in five hundred years that she has stepped out through the gate of her own accord. When her sword aura reaches across the courtyard, your sword hums low, as if in answer. In the instant the two energies first touch, an ember long extinguished flickers in her eyes.