#Chapter229
The dark goddess (1)
Althea Zoella Castellanos Silvermoon
Then I hear the loudest roar of all, every other feeling in the air dull compared to it. I sit numb as I look up at the sky, but my vision far from it. My pitiful lips torn apart, pulled away from one another.
It was me. My grief. Echoing to the heavens.
Then I’m pulled into a land, heavily filled with green, blooming beautifully with tulips that stretched beyond, meeting the peaceful blue horizon. Then I see a girl dressed in white, her perfectly sliver hair blending into the pureness that she exuded. She sits on her knees as she hovers over the pond.
Hesitantly, I move forward, pulled by the curiosity that held the girl’s keen eyes tightly to the pond. I stand just behind her and look over her shoulder at the clear colourless water.
