Today was Raven Age's "Age of the Raven" – I know, heavy naming skills.
Beacon was falling. For hours, maybe days now. There was chaos and death, lurking all around in the shadows and diving from the sky in an erratic rain of blood, bones and anger. Everywhere she looked, her eyes fell upon tortured corpses and ruins, only remain of the once great and powerful city of Vale. But she couldn't stop and cry on the tombstones of her peaceful life, she had to fly. As far and as fast as she could, taking part to the great exodus bleeding the streets from their inhabitants, helping when she could. Always remembering this one time she couldn't.
Sleep was rare, if not nonexistent, and even the few naps she forced herself to take were never resting, as she was prey to nightmares. The last one was still vivid in her mind, and it came crashing on her once again as she was splashed by the tar-like blood of the Grimm she had just murdered.
Darkness everywhere, an infinite amount of coal emptiness in which she was running. Was she running from or to something? Did she even have a direction, a goal? Suddenly, something flickered on her right, a small light that gave her a purpose. She started running toward it, and the flame grew over and over again, slowly shaping in a humanoid, smiling shape that was extending an arm toward her. Then, a sudden as the flicker, a sea of blood rumbling and gurgling surged from behind the unsuspecting flame… Valiantly fighting against the apocalypse in bloodred rapidly drowning it, the fire spirit, still smiling, had one last gesture towards Blake… a wink. And then it disappeared, the braveness of its heart unable to stand against the red liquid that was polluting the air with a toxic smell of iron and burned flesh. The only light remaining was a sickly bright red motive that was too familiar to her.
She came back to reality lightning fast, having to keep moving to stay alive… She was almost automatically slaying the monsters on her road, knowing that the greater of them was living inside her heart where she could never slay it. She run as if her life was at stake, knowing very well that she'd never run far and fast enough and leaving a single teardrop on the concrete as a trace of her existence. Somewhere deep inside, she wanted everyone to forget about her as she remembered every single moment. She wanted to suffer, for all the pain she had brought to other.
That's why she refused to herself the cowardice of death… she was already enough of a wimp leaving everyone behind at the slightest issue. She deserved to remember, rehash, over and over again each and every single mistake she had made leading to this fateful day of exodus. Exodus from her past life, from peace, from a city, from friends, from her very heart and soul she had severed one too many times. From the one mistake she would never forgive herself for, from the one hope and love she would never forget.
Exodus from Yang.
So how'd you like this one? Hope it was still great, despite its shortness... and theme
Anyway, onward to tomorrow !