[by Cherolyn Renee]

And she stood there, watching as monstrous flames devoured building after building. She could see bodies running the streets, wielding weapons they didn’t know how to use humanly.

She wondered how God had lost such control of his people. Was he no longer in charge? Had he fallen?

Running a shaky hand through her fiery red hair, she remembered the prophecy. Somehow she fit into this entire mess. The chaos unfolding before her was meant to create something better for the mortals it ruined.

How she was suppose to save a race that was never fully able to save themselves, she wasn’t sure. But somehow she was had to rid the world of it’s monsters.

Monsters that had suddenly come to life over night.

How was she suppose to keep her faith when it seemed her higher power had fallen? And where were the angels that watched over heaven? Had they turned? Were they anything but good, now? Had they taken the role of demons?

She grasped the pendant around her neck. Given to her by her grandmother, it held Charoite. A stone that represented healing and protection.

She’d need every little bit of help she could find.