Ensiform Swordshape

"Fortune favors the bold," Were some of Mary Saraph's father's final words to her? "Embrace your calling with all that you have when destiny summons." He managed coughing up spittle of ruby red blood. The plague had seized upon him something fierce, like some fiendish demon. "I promise pa," wiping away the spittle. " I will." he squeezed her hand so hard, she feared it would break.

"Burn bright precious be the boldness," he managed before relinquishing his beloved spirit. She sobbed uncontrollably as his charge resounded through her mind. He had instilled boldness in her as far as she could recall. Now he was dead and with his death an anchor seemed to have been severed and Mary was adrift upon the high seas of commerce of life's trades.

Recently graduated from college, she was considered a prodigy in her field by many. Now she is confronted with an exam like none other. Where was her place in a of sheer madness and how to win the rat race? Swearing to herself she would not be a rat.

Now she was gone missing without a trace. As an ancient evil ravages the world in horrid glee.