Emergence of a Shadow
“Darkness, nothing but darkness. Floating across the void, I feel listless, without sight, scent, sense of self or body, I was but a shadow floating in a void. All I could do was listen to murmurs and whispers, for what felt like eternity. Then, I woke up. The light was blinding, whispers turned to roars, skin, my skin, could feel the air around me, the dust on my feet, sweat everywhere. So many senses suddenly felt at once, it overpowered me, and back to the darkness I came.”
A strange woman was seen in Godville, emerging from the shadows. Her block build body looked scrawny and weak. Her skin, mere seconds ago pale as death, burnt into a tanned tone. Her back-length blood red hair looked disheveled. Beneath that, her angular face was endowed with tired, almond shaped dark brown eyes, thick blood red brows, a Grecian nose, and downward-turned lips . Aside from the heroine, confusion was scarce, for everyone knew of the capital’s tendency to materialize heroes from thin air. Various priests flocked to revive the new heroine, and once again conscious, she began babbling to herself, no doubt attempting contact with whatever deity made her. The priests told her of all heroes’ purpose, and on her way she went, like thousands before her.
The Voice Beyond the Veil
The new heroine, now acclimated to the world, wandered across the land of Godville, indulging herself in three B’s; beer for peace of mind, battle for its excitement and danger, and blood to symbolize her victory over the weak. As she lays her body to rest after an exhausting day, her dreams pulled her back to the darkness.
“Have you been enjoying yourself, shadow?” A guttural voice asked. She knew where she was, yet everything was so different. After merely a day in the world, the void felt like a fleeting memory, a dream, but here she was, back to where she began. “You could at least answer, I am the reason you got out of here in the first place.”
An eldritch beast stared at her, with his black eyes filled with teeth? Another glance and the so called eyes were more akin to mouths, both moving in unison as the beast spoke. The face and form vaguely resembled a dark purple dragon. Two huge horns also had teeth growing towards some sort of tongue in-between with a glaring single eye, tentacles sprout were a mouth would be. Four legs resembled tree branches tipped with two-toed claws with even more teeth. Three tentacle-like tails sway as the beast grows impatient.
(Stage dad like disdain, promise of mutual benefited power, turmoil and eventual agreement, drinking and possibly sweet rolls, regular Godville nonsense, R.I.P Olwyn ballpoint penguin, you were but a victim to a power hungry hero and an emotionally abusive competitive stage god.)