The girl ran, her vision blurry with crimson. From the skies, a midnight death soared with a shrill hiss. Eyes of crimson tracked her as she ran across the open field. Her breath turned into mist in the cold air, yet she did not stop. Her dress was torn and her pale body covered with wounds and scratches, yet her legs carried her forwards into the night.
But she did not see it. Buried for what could’ve been millenia or perhaps only a few years was a rock. A rock which caught her shoe. With a hard thud, her body slammed into the ground. The air in her lungs was forced out, leaving her gasping on the cold earth. Tears and sweat mixed and flowed into the ground, her slender fingers grasping for something, anything, that she could use as a weapon.
“Please… Please, not like this.” She whimpered out, her fingers reaching for the same rock that tripped her.
The ground shook as the beast landed near her. Its scales glistened in the moonlight as it loomed over its prey. Its long, serpentine neck craned over her, its maw parted to reveal its teeth. Poison dripped from its fangs as it slowly approached her like a bird of prey.
This was it. It was over for her. As she held the rock in her hands, vivid memories of her life flashed through her eyes. She remembered her duties, her place in the Heavenly Courts, and the one mistake that took it all away from her. The human emotion of fear and horror gripped her now mortal body.
The Wyvern let out a roar. It sounded like a victorious one, a howl at the end of a successful hunt. It unfurled its leathery wings, its mouth dripped with poison as it readied itself. She threw the rock but it only bounced off of its soft underbelly. The Wyvern hissed, and its head shot forward towards her.
She clasped her hands together as time seemed to slow around her. She didn’t know why she did it. Yet in that moment, she clasped her hands together in a prayer. Was it desperation? She did not know why she did it, but she did it nonetheless. This time however, instead of listening to the prayers of those who called her name, it was she who cried out in a desperate plea for help.
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“Those whose eyes and ears of mercy are upon me, let my voice be heard…” She held her eyes shut as she grasped her hands tightly. “Deliver me from thy evil. Send forth a
As the last words of the desperate prayer left her mouth, she felt the magic of the world shift. From each clump of soil to the very air itself, mana gathered around her. As the Wyvern’s jaws slowly closed around her, the mana that gathered around her exploded in a ray of light.
The creature leapt back with a shrill cry as the night lit up as if the dawn of a new day. The pillar of light whipped up the cold, night air and the veil of creation itself was torn asunder. The lowly girl who once prided herself as a Goddess stared at the world’s answer to her desperate prayer. She watched the mana tear reality itself, a familiar ritual that she herself had witnessed numerous times.
“[Weapon Creation{Divine Artifact, Sword}]!” She cried out instinctively, and from the beam of light, the mana materialized the weapon in her mind. “To you who answered the cries of Gods, I bestow upon you the title
Someone crashed against her, cutting her off and sending her backwards while the mana that accumulated from the ritual coalesced into the sword that hung over her. Yet as the light slowly dimmed and the world returned to normal, her eyes fell upon the boy that stood over her.
He stood over her, a sword of silver with a faint glow in hand. He faced that beast that had hunted her with an expression of fear on his face. Yet with her eyes, she could see him. In a glowing box that hung beside him, she saw the title she had given him.
~Sword of the Fallen Goddess, acquired!~
“I am so dead.”