Where am I? What is this curious place?
More importantly: Who and what am I?
The thoughts swirled about in curled up ball like figure becoming a woman. She was so petite and surrounded by an eternity of whiteness.
As she grew into a woman she could hear other voices.
"She's too fragile"
"Stronger dammit."
"Add some ferocity!"
"Soulless!"
"She has to have a soul."
"But why?"
"All living things have souls, that's what makes them living."
The voices were becoming louder and the woman was gaining features. Her face was slender but not so slender as to appear fox like. Her eyes were wide and evergreen. Her lips pouted but not in a "come have sex with me" way. A light smattering of freckles appeared.
"Why the freckles?" She recognized this as the voice that had sworn.
Another familiar voice laughed jovially. "To provide a sense of innocence. She's going to be the most destructive player yet." It was same flowy voice that had announced her fragility.
Then the voices were silent. The woman still did not understand whom or what she was. It did not however, bother her. She knew she was dangerous and that was enough.
After hours of waiting to be created the woman stood, finally capable of movement. She walked aimlessly in the eternal white.
The gentlest voice she remembered spoke again. "You will be called Tawnya Meeker. And you, Daughter of the Gods, are Armageddon."
Immediately after the last word, Tawnya plummeted into a dark and cruel realm called Earth.
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ActionThe fissures grow larger behind her with every solemn step she takes. Each breath is like a fire engulfing her mind. The fury of solitude refuses to die as she wails into the forever red sky. No one will miss her; she will regret them all. She colla...
