No fire appears before the fifteen-year-old girl, but her skin still scorches as if it’s laying on her.
All around her is darkness—she cannot see her own skin before her, nor can she feel her hands.
She thought that volunteering as sacrifice, the Gods would accept her in their kingdom; but now she believes she is doomed in the eternal abyss of the Evils.
The village praised her for her bravery—a peasant soon to be a queen in the Heavens among the Gods. Wasn’t that a great deed that she just committed?
A low hum enters her ears. Followed by a pain in her stomach. The blood flowing between her veins turning ice cold. Her eyes numbing from the light that is now flashing before her eyes.
Red. Orange. Yellow. Green. Blue. Indigo. Violet.
Within a blink, the Earth is now appearing before her. At least, she assumes it is Earth.