ZINA
Zina was thrusted back into the flower field, except this time, she wasn't sure she was still alive.
No, she couldn't be alive. Afterall, with her own eyes, she saw Borne's claws dig into her neck and then ruthlessly tore at it until her blood spilled like a fountain. Who would have thought that that was how her life would pathetically end.
Not because Eldric NorthSteed or whatever other power wished to take life, but because she told Xalea Borne a vision that had apparently haunted him for years.
So where was this? Surely not the place where her visions originated from. Heaven perhaps? Or had she ascended to be with the moon goddess?
Furiously, Zina looked around to find the woman whom all revered. She had a lot to say to her, a lot to pour out.