Extreme Ways
The goddess slips from her soul and something goes wrong. Something pulled her elsewhere. Somewhere dark which threatens to invade her soul.
She looks around to see herself in an urban park. Red skies swirl above her as if rubbed raw and infected. There are no birds or other signs of life. Cars are at a mute standstill as far as her ears can hear and her eyes can see, Not even the wind seems to blow. Where am I?
Her empathic sense feels more heightened than it has ever been. This is not a blessing. All around her she can feel the screaming agony of souls, yet this park is completely silent.
This place, she understands, is not home. This place is a long way from there and she understand innately this world is taking its final, dying breaths. Quickly, she wraps a cloak around herself and begins to seek out shelter, hoping it can keep her hidden from the mad thing which riddles the body of this world with a deadly cancer.
She looks around to see herself in an urban park. Red skies swirl above her as if rubbed raw and infected. There are no birds or other signs of life. Cars are at a mute standstill as far as her ears can hear and her eyes can see, Not even the wind seems to blow. Where am I?
Her empathic sense feels more heightened than it has ever been. This is not a blessing. All around her she can feel the screaming agony of souls, yet this park is completely silent.
This place, she understands, is not home. This place is a long way from there and she understand innately this world is taking its final, dying breaths. Quickly, she wraps a cloak around herself and begins to seek out shelter, hoping it can keep her hidden from the mad thing which riddles the body of this world with a deadly cancer.