The uncanny churning in my stomach grows, as the storm beats upon me. My skin is saturated and I feel my flesh rot beneath my steps.
Though I don't know where to go, I know I must continue down this route. I'm drawn to the glowing in the distance.
One lonely light is flickering from a single source of luminance.
I follow the fire.
An encampment awaits me.
There's a lonesome shelter and a man in dark robes is seated by the flame. As I approach he stands to face me...
"This was coming for some time now." The man utters quietly,
"You are the only one who can defeat tyranny."
"What do I have to do with this ordeal?
Why must I be the one to slay the god?"
"You are born of divine energy containing concealed power, locked away." he reveals.
"How can I believe in what you say when I don't even know where I am?
I must return home."
"The evil ones have overflowed into your utopia only you are kept safe in your dream state. You are the survivor of the apocalypse."
I have a realization of what he speaks,
If what he says is true then I must continue.
From the slumber I wake to a village aflame.
The man's prophecy came to be.
"This was coming for some time now," the man's voice echoes in my brain. As I stare into the pile of the scorched inhabitants.
What do I have to do with this ordeal?
Why must I be the one to slay the god?
Evil flame burning me, only fire I can see,
So I sit upon the ground seeming like eternity.
I let go from my soul, I let evil take control and
I become the fire.
The uncanny churning in my stomach grows,
As the storm puts out the flame.
Lying before me in the charred pile in front of which I stand a familiar face. The face of my one and only love is staring back at me lifeless.
Anger grows in me.
I am left with no other choice, now I know this is my destiny.