She walked towards the darkness that was quickly dissolving as her golden light grew.
At first, she didn't know what had made her so angry, but then she realized that she had felt abandoned, lost and scared. That was enough for the righteous fury to blaze up in these trying circumstances.
It was a small source of comfort, but comfort nonetheless.
Her feet felt soft against the floor of the dungeon. Somewhere, water was dripping from the walls - or perhaps it was some other liquid. Mariana did not actually want to speculate about it, but the wetness of the sound brought to mind dying torture victims hanging from the ceiling. Blood, that was what everyone wanted. Mariana was no different, but somehow she would have thought that as an angel, she would have been a bit more peaceful.
