Would there be a tomorrow? Would there be a sunrise?

Immersed in her own thoughts, Cynthia tripped over her own feet and fell hard on the ground.

She didn't feel like getting up. The rustling of trees and cool breeze blowing around her were tempting enough to make her wonder if death could be this peaceful.

She rolled onto her back, her empty eyes slowly drifting towards the sky.

It was black unlike the usual, enveloped with a blanket of darkness. Totally black. No stars. Even the moon had seemed to bid his goodbyes.

"Is it that hopeless...?" She mumbled, staring intently at the sky as if seeking for an answer.
She was tired. Even the sword in her hands had started to feel like a nuisance. She wanted to run away. Somewhere far... where no one could reach out to her. She wanted to be alone.

Apart from this, her heart was dripping with guilt for giving people false hopes. They were just hanging onto her promising words.

She, too, had begun to face difficulties in keeping up with her own resolution. It appeared to be shaking and falling ideally.

Even though how much she wanted to lay there forever, she couldn't abandone her people. Gathering her remaining strength, she stood up, pacing forward.

Her visibility had begun to decrease rapidly due to the changing weather. She had an ability to see in the dark, night vision. A gift passed on from generation to generation in her clan.

Her clan was the strongest weapon wielder amongst all. And their reputation was high enough to be that of a god.

The sounds of her steps echoed throughout the woods reminded her of how deadly silent everything was. It was as if the wheel of time had been forcefully stopped.

"Miss Cynthia!"

Cynthia turned towards the voice. A young maiden was calling out to her from a distance. She jogged upto her and halted.

It started months ago. Sudden deaths happened all over the city. No one was able to identify the reason behind them.

To investigate this issue, a unit was formed where the best warriors of the city were summoned including Cynthia. They were expected to solve the crisis on head. But the crisis soon turned into a tragedy.

Their city was destroyed. The evil spirits began to possess the citizens, devoured thier souls and gave them an unjustified death.

The girl led Cynthia inside. They passed through the main hall.

She couldn't help but notice how quite it was despite being filled with people. Everyone of them had a hollow expression engraved on their face. Many of them had lost their home, their loved ones and hope to survive.

Cynthia's heart sank.

"My lady," the maiden said extending her both arms up. Cynthia placed the glass sword in her waiting palms.

Glass sword was a well known heavenly weapon. A weapon that recognised its own master. It was powerful enough to engulf the whole world.

When warriors had their weapons forged, it recognised Cynthia as its master.

"Attention!" Cynthia's voice thundered, powerful as it was known. A voice that belonged to a warrior. A goddess.

"Tonight, we do or die!" She continued. "We, the gaurdians, will keep everyone safe! We'll survive this together!"

The people believed in Cynthia. She was, for them, a goddess. A goddess sent from heaven who yielded a heavenly weapon. So they hung onto every word she said.

After few more exchanges, Cynthia was led to an empty room. The young maiden followed her, Glass sword dangling in her hands.

"My lady... May I ask something?" She asked in a small voice. Cynthia couldn't help but see fear in her eyes.

"Go ahead," she urged.

"Were there any... survivors?"

"No." Cynthia's reply came rather harsh.

"Please forgive my rudeness my lady!"

Cynthia gave a short nod before asking to be left alone for a while.
The young maiden handed back the glass sword to Cynthia before making her way out.

Cynthia clutched the hilt of the sword in her palm. The sword, as the legend said, should have had a lively glow. But it only emitted small sparks which looked like fireflies dancing around.

Cynthia swinged the sword in front of her, emitting more of them.

'Like hope, they die out fast.'
Closing her eyes slowly, she tried to feel an intense aura radiating out of her sword.

A bluish light surrounded her. It felt warm and comforting, reminding her of happy memories.

Out of the blue, she sensed something dark. A presence she wasn't able to figure out.
Her eyes snapped open when realisation settled in.
'Its time.'

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