i s o t o p e .

She had known something was wrong when the sun didn’t return the first morning.  Its always hard to be certain, considering her vision is dependent on heat itself and she could see the burning ring in the sky where the sun should have been.  But she could not feel the burning heat across her back.

She knew the implications of that.
Of a world of shadow and darkness.

For a creature born of shadows and all things that go bump in the night, Isotope worshiped the sun. The sun that washed away the curse she had been born with.  The sun burned away the plague within her bones.

And now it was gone.

There was talk of monsters, but she didn’t care about the threat they posed. If they had taken the sun from her she would hunt them to the ends of her world back to the one they had come from.  She would have the light back. She would. 

But the days dragged on in one unending cycle of darkness. The alleged monsters kept themselves hidden from the dragon-girl, or at least existed in a form where she could not see them.  The only pinpricks of light were the life forms of Pangea, living on in the darkness as best they could.

While Isotope began to crumble.
In every sense of the word.

The physical decay had been inevitable.  As the darkness began to linger, her flesh began to rot away.  In places, muscle tinged a strange green was freely exposed in air. In others, bones were exposed to air where the flesh had already sloughed away.  Isotope had become a walking biohazard. Her body fluids, imbued with poison in her mother’s radioactive womb, were now exposed to the elements.  And there was nothing she could do to stop the deterioration of her body.

It was so far outside her control, that the physical decay had been followed by a swift deterioration of what little grip on reality she had left.  So today found her standing deep within the canyons of Pangea.  And without even looking to see if anyone was nearby, Isotope raised her head towards the eclipse, opened her mouth…

…and screamed.