The Calling

The same dream startles her awake. In it, a voice beckons to the top of the mountain in a language she cannot understand in words, yet it's meaning is unequivocally clear. The world is on fire, and she feels the need to put out the flames before they greedily swallow everything in their wake. Fuel drips from the mountain like a volcano, taunting the flames to crawl their way up to the bloodshot sky. But she is the fire. Luna has heard the calling. A hum that beckons her to the top of the mountain, where a long forgotten temple waits. She must get there, or pay the price of ignoring the calling.