The sun is dying

Celestine, the goddess reborn, had seen many things in her long life. Beautiful things, disturbing things and everything in-between. Yet the sight before her now was unique. A world barely illuminated by a sun covered in darkness.

Visions were nothing new to her, they had been her curse ever since she was but a child. Yet this was something that shocked her to her very core.

This world is dying

"You should retreat from this place,"

The Goddess reborn had received many threats, but this was not one of them. The voice that spoke to her was one that promised kindness. Hope. A loving embrace in a world that did not deserve it.

"The ashen one fought, struggled, contended and found his world lacking."

In this darkness, Celestine could not find the kind voice speaking to her. Yet she felt a connection to the faceless voice. A kindred spirit. One who knew the faith of the world fell upon them.

Yet it was not the same.

Where Celestine knew she still had a chance to save her people, this poor soul did not.

The Goddess Reborn found this unacceptable.

"I need your help.." she pleaded.

"I beg of you," the faceless voice responded. "Let him rest.

"I need a champion."

"You will not find one here, he has seen too much, he knows heroes are not real."

"I need them to be one" The desperate elf pleaded.

"And he will try," the reluctant firekeeper responded.

"I shall call upon him now." The Ashen one never wanted violence, he had failed once before on that path. Yet a small cruel part of him knew this was the only path for him.

And so did the fire keeper. She was there when he was reborn and she will remain when he is undone.

She knew him.

"Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?"

A small teaser of my fucked up brain. Let me know if you guys think this is something worth continuing. As it is now I think its just a one shot.