your dreams are all full of war
you are from another time
Pfft. Armor. Who needed armor?you are from another time
Well, to be fair, probably Melita.
She hadn’t thought twice about being in this tournament. Rarely did anything faze her – not since all those years kept in Helovia, struggling throughout the Rift, or remaining here, knowing exactly how to survive. By her teeth, by her wits, by her strength, by her power, by all the might invested within her soul.
Until, eventually, all of that seemed to run out.
She felt the lightning crackle into her chest, hit her heart, pulsate with a sudden frenzied and painful cluster around her chest. She wouldn’t remember hitting the ground, or if her companions were nearby, mourning her. Even her family, honestly. But maybe she wouldn’t be such a loss, and they wouldn’t have to be too burdened by sorrow.
Over in a blink, and then nothing –
Except her mind, and her soul, roamed amidst Mort’s realm, striving to find a place again.
salvation doesn't look like light
So what remains?
So what remains?
Melita
