The battlefield was eerily silent, the only sound the mournful whisper of the wind as it swept over the ruins left in the wake of Stormi’s sacrifice. The once–raging battle had ended in a single, blinding explosion of light, leaving behind only destruction, silence, and loss.
Stormi was gone.
The thought alone sent a searing pain through my chest, a grief so heavy it threatened to crush me where I stood. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I struggled to steady my breathing, to comprehend the impossible. The air still crackled with energy- residual traces of her divine power that lingered like mist, wrapping around us as if refusing to let go.
No one moved. No one spoke.
We were too stunned, too shattered by what had just happened.
Then, the light returned.
It was not the blinding, all–consuming radiance of Stormi’s final act the divine fury that had burned through the battlefield and ended the war in an instant. This was different–softer, yet immense. It did not sear or blind. Instead, it radiated a quiet authority, washing over the land like moonlight touching the surface of a still lake.
And then she appeared.
A figure unlike any other.
At first, I thought my grief had finally pushed me into madness. The towering silhouette against the pale dawn sky seemed too unreal, too otherworldly to be anything but a dream. But as the light shifted, illuminating her form in full, I knew.
She was real.
She stood at nearly twelve feet in height, her presence commanding, undeniable. Slender and statuesque, her movements were unhurried, fluid, as if time itself bent to her will. Her skin was a soft white hue, ethereal, shimmering faintly as though the very stars had been woven into her being. With every subtle shift, the light caught on the faint glimmer of her flesh, making her seem unreal, divine, untouchable.
But it was not just her presence that set her apart.
She had four arms.
The sight of her was both mesmerizing and terrifying, an image pulled straight from ancient myths and forgotten legends. A being of infinite grace and immeasurable power.
She was clothed in nothing but a flowing linen robe, its fabric so light, so impossibly delicate that it almost appeared translucent, as though woven from moonlight itself. She did not need armor. Nothing could touch her, nothing could harm her.
Her hair was long, cascading in waves of white and lavender down her back, moving as though caught in an unseen breeze. It framed her impossibly serene face–high cheekbones, delicate features, and luminous silver eyes that held the weight of eternity within them.
And then I saw it.
The crescent moon tattoo, sitting proudly in the center of her forehead.
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My breath caught in my throat.
There was no mistaking who she was.
My legs weakened, knees threatening to buckle under the sheer weight of realization.
It was her.
The Moon Goddess.
Stormi had sacrificed herself to bring her back.
The realization struck like a tidal wave, slamming into me with such force that I nearly collapsed under the weight of it. The prophecy. The battles. The war. Everything had led to this moment.
Stormi had done it.
She had fulfilled the prophecy.
I stared, unmoving, unbreathing, as the Goddess raised one of her four arms. In one hand, she gripped a massive silver spear, its length pulsating with divine energy. The blade gleamed in the morning light, an extension of her boundless power, sharp enough to split the heavens themselves.
She hovered just inches from the ground, her feet never touching the earth, as though even the world was unworthy of bearing her weight. The sheer force of her presence sent a shudder through the battlefield, through all of us.
Tears slipped down my face before I even realized I was crying.
She was real.
She was here.
And Stormi had given everything to make this happen.
And now… she was gone.
Around me, the others stood frozen in shock.
Elijah. Isaiah. Alex. Austin.
Each of them was motionless, their gazes locked onto the towering figure before us, their expressions torn between awe, disbelief, and grief. No one spoke. No one dared.
The battlefield itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting.
The silence was suffocating, a crushing weight that pressed against my chest, making it harder to breathe, harder to think.
Tears burned behind my eyes, but I forced myself to stay strong.
Stormi had done what no one else could.
She had given everything to save us.
And now… the Moon Goddess was here.
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A part of me wanted to fall to my knees, to beg her, to plead, to scream–bring her back.
But another part of me knew the truth.
Stormi’s destiny had been fulfilled.
She had done what she was meant to do.
And now… the battle was over.
The war was won.
But at what cost?
I clenched my fists, swallowing the sob that threatened to break free
The Moon Goddess had returned.
But we had lost our greatest warrior.
Our leader.
Our friend.
My vision blurred with fresh tears, but I did not wipe them away. I let them fall. They were the only tribute I could give to the woman who had given us everything.
With Stormi’s sacrifice a new world would be born.
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