[center][h1][color=darkgray]Moren[/color][/h1][/center][hr][hr]
Moren was in the company of the Hollow Tree when it all began.

A ring resounded in the goddess, not a sound, but a pressure, a voiceless cry originating from the world itself. It rolled through her being in waves, crashing against its core which wrenched from it a psychic pain unlike any other. It rang of destruction, of irreparable damage, and brought with it the scent of imminent ruin.

The world hadn’t truly begun yet, but it was already facing its doom.

But wasn’t that how it was? Life could be snuffed out at any given moment.

So, why did this feel wrong? As she understood it, one of her tasks was to oversee death. Would it not be right then to witness the end of their world?

Moren could only assume their creator had built in them a self-preservation mechanism. Or perhaps the gods sensed the world’s wish to continue via their innate connection with it. It was logical; without anything to rule over, what would they be? If they perished, what then?

She still believed it was natural that one day, all would end. But that ‘one day’ was not today. She hadn’t yet witnessed the world’s completion, had barely got a taste of its growth, development, and decay. There was so much more to experience – and only in life would there be death.

She journeyed through the lands, away from the Hallowed Tree. Its territory of peace and repose was one which she was proud of, but it was not where she was needed.

The seas were receding deep bellow, swallowed into her sibling’s precious domain. An odd choice on his part; just what did he mean to do with all that water?

Moren wasn’t concerned with that just then, however; far more imminent was the mass death of marine life. Bleached corals, stranded fish, desiccated mollusks, dried algae, beached whales…hectares of land which had been under sea were littered with such a variety of corpses, she could only marvel at the collection. With each of the beings dying, she felt that intangible essence pass – some into nothingness, others into her recently created realm. As they alighted into her dimension, a sensation akin to a light tingle brushed the back of her mind.

With the sheer number of deaths, it was a constant hum, spiking every so often.

Having seen enough, Moren shifted, traversing from the realm of the living to her realm of the dead with but a thought. Familiar black shores greeted her, but the seas were changed here, too. Oh, they still spanned their original expanse, but the previously darkened waters were now shining from within. From schools of tiny fish, to drifting jellyfish, to the larger shapes of dolphins, each of their essences had taken on shapes they’d been familiar with in life. They were not creatures of flesh, but of spirit and soul, so the colouration they had had had was more of a suggestion here; generally, they were motes of dull light gathered into a cohesive, individual form reminiscent of the one they had held.

The coast by the shore corresponding to the one where the gods had first appeared was so lit up, it could be seen from miles away. Moren realized she had unconsciously designated this as the spawning point, thus drawing most of the deceased souls nearby. Strangely, many a fish were flopping on the beach itself – they needed no water to exist, but the memory of their existence was so ingrained into their being, she watched them cease to be by the scores. Those who managed to move into the sea or who had spawned there were the depiction of pure chaos; bigger fish rent apart the essences of the smaller ones, squids ejected part of their spirits as a facsimile of ink, jellyfish evoked their memory-of-stringing to cause echoes-of-pain in their opponents, and so on. There was simply too large a gathering of essences in one small area to peacefully co-exist; though none were driven by hunger, they retained their territorial instincts as well as their drive to hunt.

Realizing her misstep, Moren sashayed into the lapping waves, and affected her godly powers to create temporary currents in the sea, sweeping away the essences every which way. Some were scattered into nothingness, ceasing to be, but most were simply dispersed far away enough that they wouldn’t shred each other in their confusion.

Now, this wasn’t a permanent solution, she knew.

So, she closed her eyes, extended her palms, and let her mind wander. It expanded outwards, along the metaphysical seafloor, and here and there, she created tiny ‘anchors’, areas where the essences of marine life would be drawn to in the Afterlife.

Moren had no idea how long she worked, and she stopped only when she was forced to; a haunted [i]scream[/i] assaulted her mind as the world itself thrashed in the throes of death. She was nearly sent to her knees, water splashing around, as her awareness suddenly [i]snapped[/i] into her godly manifestation, alerting her to yet another world-changing event.

[color=darkgray][i]Now what?[/i][/color]
[right]TBC...[/right]
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Creates miniature 'anchors' beneath the Afterlife's oceans; multiple areas where the essences of deceased marine life will be drawn to after crossing into her realm.