Disclaimer: Yet again, I don't own the characters, so let's just get on
with it.
Anxiety's Visions: Reflection
Steena's prayer had almost been as traumatizing as her glimpse at an inevitable evil ravaging the land. To what gods had she prayed? Certainly not to the Dragon Gods, whose underhanded trickery almost led to the destruction of mankind. Certainly not to the Goddess of FATE, who, despite encouraging the growth of the humans, would have it so that life was naught but a twisted puppet show. She often had questioned her role in the destruction of both divine sources. Given the opportunity, would she have refused Serge aid in his quest? Would she choose to be, as she is now, a distraught woman with shaken morals? Or perhaps would she rather retain her holiness while kissing the feet of her destroyers?
Moreover, Steena was worried about Guldove. For decades the small island town had followed the direction of the Direas, had unquestioningly prayed to the Dragon Gods and sought guidance from them. What could she possibly do for them, if she couldn't do anything for herself?
Dismissing these bothersome thoughts, Steena focused on the matter at hand. She packed some belongings to prepare her for her trip. Whatever the darkness was, she was almost certain it had came from where the Terra Tower had been. If she was going to prevent the evil, she needed to get there as quickly as possible.
The masked man watched as the Direa left her shrine. As discretely as a cat on the hunt, he tracked the Direa as she entered the residential tower. Hovering above the tower, he waited for her departure. A witness could only describe him as a mysterious silhouette in the sunset.
Notes: Okay, I've figured up some direction to go in. R&R, please. All reviews and criticisms are accepted and appreciated.
Anxiety's Visions: Reflection
Steena's prayer had almost been as traumatizing as her glimpse at an inevitable evil ravaging the land. To what gods had she prayed? Certainly not to the Dragon Gods, whose underhanded trickery almost led to the destruction of mankind. Certainly not to the Goddess of FATE, who, despite encouraging the growth of the humans, would have it so that life was naught but a twisted puppet show. She often had questioned her role in the destruction of both divine sources. Given the opportunity, would she have refused Serge aid in his quest? Would she choose to be, as she is now, a distraught woman with shaken morals? Or perhaps would she rather retain her holiness while kissing the feet of her destroyers?
Moreover, Steena was worried about Guldove. For decades the small island town had followed the direction of the Direas, had unquestioningly prayed to the Dragon Gods and sought guidance from them. What could she possibly do for them, if she couldn't do anything for herself?
Dismissing these bothersome thoughts, Steena focused on the matter at hand. She packed some belongings to prepare her for her trip. Whatever the darkness was, she was almost certain it had came from where the Terra Tower had been. If she was going to prevent the evil, she needed to get there as quickly as possible.
The masked man watched as the Direa left her shrine. As discretely as a cat on the hunt, he tracked the Direa as she entered the residential tower. Hovering above the tower, he waited for her departure. A witness could only describe him as a mysterious silhouette in the sunset.
Notes: Okay, I've figured up some direction to go in. R&R, please. All reviews and criticisms are accepted and appreciated.