Sister Deity

Chapter 1:

Drista didn't often visit her brother's realms. Yet lately she'd taken interest in a mortal boy, TommyInnit. He wasn't much, but something about how he actively opposed her brother and still attempted friendship was strange to her. On more than one occasion she'd attacked him, with the intent to kill him. But he always managed to survive. No matter how annoying he could be, Drista couldn't bring herself to ignore him.

She remembered visiting him in exile. Leaving behind a gift in the form of bedrock spelling out her name. It was large, nobody would miss it. Even then she knew something had been off.

The once annoying and obnoxious boy now seemed tamer, less boisterous. He was still loud, but it wasn't constant. She noticed him flinching when she approached. Saw the flash in his eyes she didn't bother to decipher as she had her fun. Taunting him. In the end gifting him a stack of Notch Apples.

Now she was alone.

Eyes roaming a vacant destroyed land. With the flick of her wrist she extinguished any fires and rid the mucky air of smog. It was then she could see a hideous pillar stretching far into the clouds. Scanning the area, she needed to investigate. Opening her op-ed screen allowed her to see someone was in the vicinity, yet she couldn't place them.

She belatedly realized they were moving but not normally. The only person who should be here was Tommy. And he was moving too quickly downward to be mining. Glancing around she found what she was looking for. And without a thought she propelled herself forward and caught the boy.

He was worse for wear. Frailer than last they met. His skin was sweaty and chilling, bone's poked her as he struggled in her hold. It didn't faze her much, more an uncomfortable sensation than anything else. Still she slowed their descent and kept him cradled into her front.

Taking him in she realized he was obviously unwell, by all standards he should probably be dead. His one vibrant blue eyes were glazed over and eerily dull. The once gangly frame he had, now but a remnant she couldn't help but forget as she saw him. Just how easily his ragged clothing swamped his lithe figure. She noted the fresh and old wounds scattered about. Bruises, and cuts, and charred burns easily infected from the grim that caked his very being.

And for the first time in her life she felt something, not an urge for pointless entertainment, or void, but genuine pity for the brash, annoying boy she found an intrigue. This child in her arms may be the same lad, but he was no longer loud. He had no spirit to continue fighting back, and even when he could easily leave her hold now safely on the ground he remained mostly stiff. Only wincing to indicate any signs of life.

How could such a fiery mortal flip so quickly? She'd only seen him a few weeks ago. And yet the child she saw now was not the same. Clearly the answer would be easy to find, but she didn't want to use her powers. Something prevented her, made her hesitate. Strange, she wanted answers and getting through the blockade proved easy enough. However she still couldn't bring herself to glance within.

"Please, there's nothing left for me... just let me have this," his voice was strained and parched even in her throat.

"Why would you jump? I never took you for the flying type," she instead replied.

"I can't fly."

"Then why jump? Surely you knew nobody was around," she insisted.

"Because, then I could've taken back some of the control," Tommy leaned into her as the wind blew into them. "Sorry."

"You wanted to die?"

"Like you care."

"I shouldn't, not really," she admitted. "Yet here we are."