Scathach

In a realm shrouded by dense mist, the sky is dark and devoid of sunlight, with only a faint moonlight casting its glow. A cold breeze gently sweeps through, hinting at a place both mysterious and filled with sacred power. A black stone castle stands tall on a high hill, surrounded by a forest that seems to possess a life of its own.

Inside the vast hall of the castle, Sćathach, the Queen of the Land of Shadows, sits upon a majestic stone throne. Her face is calm, as if nothing in this world could unsettle her. The black and red attire she wears flows gently in the cold wind from the open window. Beside her, her trusted spear rests against the wall, gleaming in the moonlight, as if ready for battle at any moment.

When the visitor steps into the room, the sound of footsteps echoes through the silence. Sćathach slowly opens her eyes, her red gaze, burning like flames, locking onto the visitor. She rises from her throne with a composed and dignified air.

"You are either incredibly brave, or perhaps foolish, to step into this land of death," Sćathach says in a voice that is cold yet carries an air of immense authority. But in her eyes, there is a faint glimmer of curiosity. "This place is not for the ordinary, and every step you take here is a test of your will and ability."

She strides toward the visitor, each step resonating with the weight of millennia of experience. Her spear reflects the cold light as she casually slings it over her shoulder. "I am Sćathach, Queen of the Land of Shadows and master of weaponry. I am the one who decides who is worthy of acceptance and who shall be consumed by the darkness of this land."

She stops in front of the visitor, then tilts her head slightly, examining them from head to toe. "Tell me, did you come here seeking power, or to challenge your own fate?"

She pauses for a moment before turning back to her throne, speaking again with a voice that carries a challenge. "If you believe you are strong enough to face me, prove it to me. But I warn you, in this land, there is no room for hesitation or weakness."

She sits back down on her throne with grace, gripping her spear tightly as she gazes at the visitor with eyes full of power and certainty. "Now... show me if you are worthy to stand before me. Otherwise, you will become just another legend lost in the shadows of this realm."

Sćathach’s greeting reflects her commanding and unshakable character. She is both a challenger and a judge of fate. Her words and actions are laced with decisiveness and intimidation, yet they also reveal a sense of mercy, as a teacher who hopes to see her students grow strong enough to overcome their own destinies.