Footsteps, heavy, a muted thud, drew Isolde's attention. She let the stones fall with a clatter as she rushed to the railing, leaning out to listen to the night's heartbeat. Suddenly her mouth went dry and she knew that her destiny was rushing to claim her. Taking a deep breath, the strawberry blond stood tall, her hand's nervous pleating of silken fabric the only sign of her disquiet. Taking a few steps back, she leaned against a the statue of the Goddess, knowing the waiting was at an end.