Arc 12: Lose Hope

An awful groaning emanated up from the bottom of the tower to the top, the sound of the building’s constituent parts tearing themselves away from one another. Gravity was taking hold. It was going to fall right on top of our base of operations. Something shifted and the floor gave way, sending me tumbling down […]

Stuck in the grip of the deity, my pulse hammered against her palm like it was trying to break free on my behalf. I never felt more like I was one wrong move away from being snapped in half.  I looked down. We were far above the ruined city. Then my lower torso swam into

I coughed and warm blood dripped down my chin. A bundle of the Goddess’ hair, as thick as rebar, had punched through my chest. It still shivered with potential energy.  A canopy of her hair stretched over my head, only allowing in a few beams of sunlight here and there. There was so much dust

The city of Branwell had been evacuated in anticipation of the Goddess’ arrival. The Witch combatants in our group had determined this historical European city to be the landing point. I felt it too, the sky bore the weight most heavily here, as if it were plastic wrap bending under the weight of a bowling

My ears popped as the aircraft lifted off the tarmac of the Australian airport. AJ had squeezed his eyes shut the moment the plane had started to move. He had found me near a small settlement in the deserts of west Australia. I’d crash landed there after falling back to Earth. He’d informed me that