She'd hoped it wouldn't happen.
Despite not being a believer, she'd prayed to the Only One God, asking that as she fell asleep, she would be greeted by his warm light.
Alas, what greeted her instead was a purple sky with crows flying about, cawing almost in joy at her presence.
It was a cruel joke, almost as though Death was mocking her for thinking he couldn't reach her.
And so, what she'd ignored for so long, she was forced to experience yet again.
Arwen looked around, realizing that she stood within a vast and desolate landscape.
Biting down on her lower lip, she took steps forward, terrified to move but knowing that she couldn't stay still.
The walk was agonizingly long as she found herself wondering who was going to die despite not wanting to do so.
