It started with a question from a slightly nosy Hobbit. "What does your name mean?" I could feel their eyes on me, judging me, wondering if I'll indulge him. I caught the haughty grey stare that had been dogging my footsteps since taking that first step out of Rivendell. I tilted my chin up at him, a clear challenge. "One who treads on the sea." Slow-burn Tenth-Walker

Death gained a whole new meaning when she was given the chance for a second life. "From now on, I alone will stand at the top." Eyes narrowed, her reply came almost instantly. "Then I guess we'll just have to drag you back down to the bottom where you belong."