Whispers of the Wind

Whispers of the Wind

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Thousands of years in the future the world is ruled with hate and darkness. People no longer feel “love” or “happiness”. One goddess that still feels the lingering feelings of love, longs to bring them back. Will she be able to find what she is looking for or will she be swept up in the darkness that haunts every soul. Even her own.
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I laugh at you pitiful humans who scurry about this Earth with out a purpose seeking only life, but finding only death. I welcome death. I know what is coming, and the Goddess of Darkness will welcome me into her kingdom when I die. For now, I serve her purpose. I fight wars in her name, and serve as her avatar when needed. When she first came to me, she burned the love out of my heart. Now I find only humor in silly human affections. Love. It's such a short and despicable word. Maybe I could just enjoy fighting until I died, if it wasn't for the city. My city. My own corrupted city that cast me out for saving one of the city's own. The city I spit upon for its treatment of the gods and goddesses chosen people. I swear that one day, I will come back. Something must be done, and maybe, just maybe, the Goddess of the Absence of Light might choose me as her instrument of salvation, or destruction.

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