It was early morning. The stars shined and crescent moon smiled gently upon the earth but the faint golden radiance of the sun in the eastern horizon gave the feeling that dawn was close by. It was such an early morning, yet grief painted the atmosphere a shade darker. The obsidian haired female was staring at a fresh grave, adorned with silver moon flowers and a miniature grave stone.
She was of beauty but not breathtakingly so. Her hollow eyes with dark circles beneath, marred her beauty. Both her limbs had patches of dirt, so also did her feet, dirt.
Despair, she was in great despair. Lost within that despair, forces around the world were greatly attracted by that despair. It was sweet and tantalizing to their malevolent interests, attracting more and more of them. As she stared at the grave lost in that pit called despair, the world around her seemed to grow bleaker and bleaker, noticeably so. The emerald grass that surrounded the grave turned shades of yellow then black, the trees behind the grave, withered profoundly so that they collapsed of great age. The modest wooden house that contained a lot of memories, creaked and groaned, finally collapsing under its own weight as the wood had rotted. Strange and bizarre situations were occurring, yet she noticed them not.
The strange phenomenon continued to rage as the environment around her grew to become a desolate wasteland, where not even the ants that crawled the earth could be seen. Yet she remained unperturbed at this situation, staring only at the grave with great grief and despair.
A destruction of such magnitude should have alerted her of the bizarreness occurring but, it seemed as though her very being began to be engulfed by a certain presence. Her porcelain skin that seemed firm and healthy, aged. Her facial features withered so profoundly, she looked like an old woman at the verge of death. Her person slightly staggered as wisps of darkness began to emanate from her.
The forces that were attracted by the despair, grief and loneliness, took the chance to begin their unnatural, unholy descent, changing her person to become... grotesque.
Time passed by as the sun rose up from the eastern horizon, shining brightly but the area around the young lady could not bear witness to such brightness and warmth, as the bleak atmosphere emanating from her being robbed the light of its duty and purpose, making it seem as though night was still prevalent.
In her grief, her lips parted as she spoke in a low, mournful voice.
'....Grandfather... I am sad, so very sad.'
Just as she had muttered those simple words of grief, the atmosphere of bleakness around her gained more strength, plunging the world in a deep darkness. The wisps of darkness that were escaping from her being, formed dark clouds. Torrent of darkness gushed forth like streams forming more of those dark clouds. These dark, irregular clouds bore no trace to the rainclouds of the sky, rather, they were so dark they looked like black splotches around her.
Wherever these dark clouds occupied, bleakness and negativity reigned, so much so that, little incandescent beings began to form from that darkness.
It was bizarre and eerie, the already dead ground experienced a death like no other turning the ground into greyish-white ash. The dead grass, trees, animals, anything that bore a sixty meter radius around the young grotesque girl who continued to die and degrade further more till all that remained of them was ash.
Seeing the grave stone, flowers and soil of the grave begin to turn to ash, a sense of melancholy washed through her being, strengthening the surreal event occurring around her.
It was a close encounter, an encounter to eerie and strange, but due to her unstable emotions, the close encounter turned into a descent, crafting a door.
Tears streaked down her face as great screams escaped from her being, greatly magnifying the already bizarre situation to a whole new level. Terrible wails and bitter cries she brought about, as the area of effect increased meter by meter. The roads were engulfed, the small blue pond across the road withered, the white fluffy clouds that roamed freely across the sky where engulfed, the wind shared the same miserable fate as the clouds, engulfed. Death was brought to all.
The negativity she felt, the despair she experienced, the loss she was dealt and the dull ache in her heart all suffered a tremendous boost.
***
Great spirits. These were superior life forms that bore marks of divinity, they existed in areas where great mana accumulated and were rarely seen by human beings. Being as such, they were greatly attuned to the world they lived in, sensing the slightest mana fluctuations from great distances making them aware of potential threats, interesting events and people of strength.
Great spirit Huiwa, sensed something eerie. Her elongated feelers bobbed left and right, trembling ever so slightly. Hidden in a great cave, filled with plants of all kinds, she roused herself with a tense expression. Dressed in a multi-layered, flowered dress, she walked from her plantlike throne, the plants parting away as she walked.
'What's this... why is there so much death in one area??'
Her questions where not spoken in a human tongue, but in a different... more ancient tongue. She had spoken to no one yet, the plants around her seemed to gain a sense of sentience, as though they could hear her. They answered back by performing a strange dance, her already tense expression turning grave.
"A descent must not occur."
As she muttered those words, Great spirit Huiwa took two steps and she had arrived. What she saw left her, dismayed.
Great spirit Huiwa's already grave expression had turned bitter, as she saw the death all around her. She was the Great spirit of vitality, life, and strength, yet what she saw, violated her jurisdiction. Everything, including the very earth seemed to have experienced a death, a certain kind of death leaving them permanently doomed. The very mana they had, rotted, so much so that all that was left of them was grayish-white ash.
But now was not the time to be given to dismay. She looked ahead, seeing the figure who seemed to be the source. Obsidian black hair with a body so withered, she looked like a corpse, gazed deeply upon the remains of a grave. The wind blew not, casting what she saw in a perfect vacuum. Clouds of darkness with small incandescent beings rising from the clouds, gathered above her forming a flowing ring of light.
She had qualified as a vessel, and a descent was imminent. Perceiving that the person of death had not noticed her, Great spirit Huiwa approached, her pale feelers bobbing, anger fueling her steps. The two pale feelers resting on her beautiful face turned a shade lighter as she entered in to the thick of the death and negativity. A faint glow emanated from her being as new life began rising from the ashes alerting the figure of death.
A resounding clap boomed, as Great spirit Huiwa moved with speeds beyond logic, striking the withered cheek of obsidian haired person.
Shocked out of her misery, the bleakness and death wavered. Then another clap boomed.
Staggering with a flabbergasted expression, she heard a voice, filled with indignation and wrath. It sounded inhumane, but her voice seemed to affect the world in some way.
Black rain clouds formed high up in the heavens with lightnings shooting out . Great spirit Huiwa's words of anger affected the world to react in the same corresponding manner, in anger.
The darkness and its incandescent beings faded like mist, leaving the previously healthy young girl, withered and used. The sharp pain of being struck in the same cheek twice throbbed hard. She had never been hit once, even by her grandfather.
A bitter cry she released, falling onto her knees.
***
Tripping on something, Jedaiah quickly rose up to continue his mad dash but strength left him. His feet were swollen, fractures riddled his leg bones and ligaments were torn beyond measure.
He was in pain, but fear still drowned him.
"....what was that?!"
His eyes quivered, his throat parched, and trembling's had besieged his body. Terror had caught him and it didn't let go. Seeking refuge from the terrors, Jedaiah crawled his was towards a towering tree with lush leaves. Seeing a small opening within its trunk, the thought of safety flooded his mind as he entered, effectively hiding himself.
The cool darkness calmed his erratic heart, pain gripping his thoughts. He wanted not to think about it, but he his mind seemed to be fascinated by the event. Groaning from the pain, he lay down hoping sleep would visit him and it did. Securing the boy in its quiet embrace.