"Hello, I am Lady Midday and you are?" Asked Lady Midday, her eyes staring deeply into them, cold and calculating.
"Uh...uh." Smith said, frozen with fear, too afraid to open his mouth. The only thing he could do was look at the shears she was holding nervously.
"Oh, I'm Nadeen and this is Smith, nice to meet you." She said trying to sound friendly, holding her hand out for a handshake. She as giving a fake smile but she was sweating up a storm in this heat and the tense air.
"The pleasure is mine." Midday said giving that malicious smile again. Their hands interlocked and shaked.
"So, are you to a couple>." Lady Midday asked with an innocent look on her face.
Nadeen stepped forward in front of Smith, "Um, well...." She said said blushing slightly at the question, she looked back and whispered to Smith. "Look in the journal, quick." Then she looked back to Lady Midday with a fake smile, while Smith was flipping through pages.
"Because you seem to look it, walking through the fields together. How romantic." She said giving a smug look, knowing she was getting to Nadeen.
"Well we're on a trip." She said and looked back again to Smith who was still looking for something. "Hurry up! She whispered.
"I'm trying!" He responded.
Lady Midday leaned to the side to look at what they were doing. "Even whispering each other sweet nothings. Are you sure your just friends?" She asked.
"We'e not!" Nadeen Spat in anger, she was frustrated out of her head, she wanted to strangle this strange woman.
"Alright woman, you're really pissing me off. So how about you go away or I'll have to make you!" She said furiously.
"Oooo, a confidant one. Just what I want to hear." Midday responded, her lit up in evil jubilance, she held up her arm holding the shears and she swiped it at Nadeen's neck, trying to cut off her head. Just before Nadeen was mutilated, Nadeen grabbed Smith and they both hit the dirt.
"Poludnitsa is a noon demon in Slavic mythology . She can be referred to in English as "Lady Midday" or "Noon Witch". She was usually pictured as a young woman dressed in white that roamed field bounds. She assailed folk working at noon causing and aches in the neck, sometimes she even caused madness.
Poludnitsa, who makes herself evident in the middle of hot summer days, takes the form of whirling dust clouds and carries a scythe or shears; most likely the shears would be of an older style, not akin to modern scissors. She will stop people in the field to ask them difficult questions or engage them in conversation. If anyone fails to answer a question or tries to change the subject, she will cut off their head or strike them with illness. She may appear as an old hag, a beautiful woman, or a 12-year-old girl, and she was useful in scaring children away from valuable crops. She is only seen on the hottest part of the day and is a personification of a sun-stroke."
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Myth
FantasíaWhile on a trip to a comfy vacation spot, Nadeen "Deen" Vegger and Smith Nalli are transported to another dimension where mythical creatures and other tall tales live and they must survive together as a team to escape horrible death.