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[color=#308014][h2]The Death of a Goddess & The Sorrow of a Faithful[/h2][/color]


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Pricia looked down at the Goeing Bird in all its golden and white splendor. Even in death the bird was a beauty. Blood soaked the feather’s of the small bird making it a recent kill. In life, the bird would have fled deeper west into the forests as winter approached where its mating grounds lay. They would occasionally stop at Goethia’s Monastery and sing a song so beautiful that it was that it would make even Goethia herself cry. Elders always said that rain came with sadness of loss and now Pricia knew it be true. Goeing birds were ignored by all predators of the forest out of fear of being hunted by Goethia’s maidens but a dead one meant none of her maidens lived or Goethia herself was dead. Both meant that a great sorrow had fallen on the world. Now Pricia seemed to be truly alone in the world as even the Goddess whom had made her a hero, shown her love unlike any other, and had cared for her for years was dead. 


The young girl let the tears pour out of her eyes and fall onto the pleats of her pants. It wasn’t long after that the rain began to fall on the castle itself and soak into Pricia. She had to find out what was going on and there were two ways she could do that. The Monastery of Goethia would most likely have the answer but so could the Bastion of Light. The Bastion held a fire which had burned long before even Pricia’s time and she had only visited it once before during her life to look at the tapestries which hung there. It wasn’t long before the lone girl decided what she would do. The Monastery was her destination and she knew not what she found there. It was nearly a day’s ride from the castle but she could fly. As an eagle, it would take her no longer than about three hours. No road led to it and only those who have been there before would be able to find it.


Pricia stood up and stepped off the top of the tower and fell through the sheeting rain which now cascaded upon the castle’s walls. The wind whipped past her as she fell and it was almost a comforting cool wind. About fifty feet from the ground, the falling woman became a falcon and quickly turned up and spiraled through the rain. It wasn’t long before the shapeshifter angled herself westward and down as she plummeted  further west. Nearly two hours had passed until the woman landed in a clearing. It was like any other clearing in the forest with the exception of a set of large stones facing one direction. Beyond the stones was nothing but a dimly lit pathway leading towards the Monastery. From above, one would most likely see nothing different from the forest but the land the path led to fell downward slowly which led to a lake. Above the lake sat a tree large enough to make it appear as if there was no difference in the forest. This was where the Monastery sat and where Pricia was heading as she began the walk down the pathway. 

What she would find here would bring her very world to almost an end….
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