Victoria R Mueller

Promise.

The fate of the world was strung onto a thin metal chain and tucked away in my robes. As the only surviving heirs of our line my sister and I each had a piece to guard; a solemn vow to protect the world re-shaped by humanity. Years ago our world was nearly desolated by pollution and greed; people were killing the one thing that could supply them with everything they needed. It probably would have continued on this way had people of the old faiths not intervened. The Oracles could feel the cry of the dying planet and felt the wrath of the old Gods bludgeoning through their veins. Notwithstanding the pain of their world they summoned as much of the magicks as they could and forced the human world and the unseen world to merge as one. Pure chaos can only describe what happened after that; whether this was their original intention or not its tremendous outpouring of energy sent shockwaves through the Earth. The ground erupted towering trees that pierced through homes and rose into the sky. People fell to their deaths as the houses fell apart and debris crashed down to the earth destroying streets and squashing unsuspecting people as everyone stared on in horror and awe. Places of unimaginable wealth and thievery burned to ash and towering skyscrapers fell to dust as the earth took back what should have been hers. Concrete and glass in clever displays of alchemy reverted to sand plummeting story after story ‘till nothing was left and people either crawled out or suffocated. The devastation of populated areas sent governments into overhaul as they tried to find some sort of recompense to get the Oracles to stop, but this only angered the old Gods further.