09-02-2016, 03:51 PM
Across the sea
A pale moon rises
The ships have come to carry you home
Epithet
She was unaware of what had happened. But as she felt it drain out of her body, she was aware that this was never going to be the same again. The land that she had loved had betrayed her, and her abilities—which she had been born with—were now gone as the dust, carried away by the wind. A war that she had had no part of—or any member of her family… And she was paying for it. Epithet was not going to lie, she hated it.
She walked through the forest, looking at all the dazed inhabitants around her. At the edges of the land, there was a thick, penetrating fog. She wondered what would become of them now that they all appeared… Normal. She had always wondered what it would have been like to be mortal. Flitting above them all, she had always associated herself with one of the angels. Partly above them, partly afraid to commit to being like them. But now as she was forced to tread through the mud, walking past them in the uncertainty of her own life, she found out one very important thing—
She hated it.
But she continued on, smelling the blood of ones like her—as God intended with her over-sized nostrils, and came to the place where there was a gathering of ones who seemed almost, otherworldly… ones who were like her….
Or at least they had used to be.
“Does anyone know what the hell is going on?”