No One's POV
The young girl walked aimlessly through the town, her gaze roaming over the bustling streets and every day shoppers going through their daily life as if nothing was amiss, completely unaware of the primordial that walked among them.
In her short life, her human memories collided with her memories of the millenniums of her being trapped by her brother, sealed in a caged, and forced to live in endless solitude; all because she didn't wish to live in peaceful co-existence with him and the rest of the gods, with him and his wife, Ellowyn.
Well, why should she when all they had done- all he had done was shove her aside and taken her for granted?
And this- this world he had created, created not even with his own powers- he was weak, he always had been in comparison to her; she looked around, observing, and all she saw was a distraction, a newest toy, a flashing, shinning gift to impress his wife, Ellowyn, who equally so, she felt made him weaker.
That was all he had cared about, all he had ever cared about, even in the beginning, when Ellowyn had been with Chronos and Ellowyn had merely brushed Zohar's affections and attentions off as if they were inconsequential and nothing.
But she- she had been there; from the beginning, they had existed together, Darkness and Light.
Zohar had never cared, never loved her, never listened to her advice as an older sibling, or even paid much attention to her, all she had ever been was brushed aside, forgotten, overlooked, and wronged.
Amara screamed, letting out a blast of powerful grace that rumbled the ground and storefronts around her.
"Zohar!" Amara screams. "Brother! Come and face me you coward!"
Darkness and fog immediately consumes the city and its inhabitants, blacking out the sky seconds later.