Daughter of Fen
Wind roared in her ears, ripping at her clothes, tearing at shadowy wings like wisps of smoke, refusing to let their existence remain. The ground beneath her hands was unbearably hot, but she had no skin to burn. Dust made it impossible to see, impossible to breathe, but she had no lungs to fill.
Pain, however, pain she knew.
Pain meant there was still a chance, still a possibility that she could find her way back, but everywhere she reached, everywhere her senses touched there was nothing. No body, no Alisteri, no A’Mia.
Lina curled over herself, head pressing against red sand and she screamed.
The force of it drove the winds back, as the ground beneath her feet shifted from red to black, the darkness spreading from where she knelt, great wings snapping back to life at her back, no longer wispy like smoke but like sleek black feathers carved from obsidian.
This was her domain, the Nether answered to her. She would not be controlled by it, she would not buckle beneath the weight of agony it wished to bestow upon her, she would not let it take from her what she owed.
No.
Others would pay her debt, as soon as she found her way back.
She straightened, pools of ink where her eyes should have been, the darkness spreading from them in thin veins of black. Dunes of red sand rose around her, great jagged spires of obsidian glass jutting from them at odd angles, wind snapped at them carrying a chorus of whispers with the dust it pulled away.
There was another she could reach for, the only other person in the galaxy that remained that she had any connection to, that she carried with her always. Ever since she was a child he had been there, a whisper in her ear.
<<“Hello Father.”>>
Jared Ovmar
