A M A L I A
Would you like to become bright, too?
All the pain, all the fear, for... this? Shocked, in pain, Amalia nearly stumbles back, her dark eyes wide in surprise. She had not known what to expect, when answering the stone face's riddle, but she had hoped, had yearned, for something meaningful, something beautiful and bright, an answer to the questions that thrum constant in her heart. Instead they are met by a figure, a god, who offers life to the Ascended and the curse of it to her.
"No!" The word rings out through the empty hall, sharp and vehement, an unquestionable denial. To become Ascended, locked away in darkness and unable to face the sun! Amalia can think of nothing worse; she shudders at the very idea, her head shaking earnestly as in sharp rejection of the proposition
Barefoot, bloody, she backs away, preparing to leave should the deity ask for nothing more. Gratefully she looks to
