Prompt #5. Hope.


She walked down a grown in path. It had been years since she had last been to this place and she wasn't sure what she would do once she got there. Would it be different this time? Would there be any change? Tiaith had grown out of her youthful optimisim and into an adulthood of pessimism. Nothing ever changed in this world. The weak stayed weak and were killed. The strong stayed strong and killed. Those who thought otherwise were deluding themselves with grandeur.

Stopping just a short way away from her destination, the violet eyed woman sighed. Was it right of her to keep doing this? Nothing ever changed. The ground was still black and no life would grow anywhere within Etheral. Whatever spell had destroyed the land, now cursed it to enternal rot. She could spell that from where she stood.

Making her decision, she pushed the branch in front of her aside. Staring at the black mass of land, she sighed and turned. It was still the same. it hadn't grown further than the boundaries of Etheral, so perhaps, there was some hope left. At least for the rest of the world.