Down To Earth

Olivine Granite watched civilisation crumble around her. She watched fighting, she watched killing, she watched hating, she watched dying.
She didn't like dying. Along with all the others, yes, but mostly dying. She didn't like the nothingness that supposedly followed.
And the war had just begun.
And it was because of this threat that she chose Elemental magic over Adept. She didn't have to die. She didn't have to leave the earth.
So long as she became part of it.
So Olivine Granite watched civilisation crumble around her, and she knelt down to the earth, and she felt herself become part of it, felt the stone slide around her, felt herself drift away.

Olivine opened her eyes. Where was she? The world was so different. She stood up, unsteady on her feet, and wandered. Had the war ended? Was the world a better place now? Who had won? Her stomach lurched at the thought of Mevolent ruling the world with his evil followers, trying to bring their gods to Earth.
Someone scurried up to her. Olivine hoped she was a sorcerer. All she wanted right now was answers.
“They’re here” the woman said, looking like she was going to have a panic attack. “The Faceless Ones. They’re here.” She started to cry.
“What do you mean they’re here? I thought the Faceless Ones and all that was just a crazy religious belief!” Now Olivine was panicking a little.
“Me too, but they’re at Aranmore Farm, and they’re, and they’re...”
“Wait, so Mevolent’s plan worked? Mevolent won?
The sorcerer seemed to calm down a little, and frowned at her. “Uh, Mevolent’s dead. We won the war. Where have you been?”
Olivine didn’t have time for this. “What’s your name?”
“Voltrix Malicia”
“Voltrix, listen to me. Look at me.”
Voltrix looked up at her.
“Voltrix, is the world ending?”
Voltrix only had time to nod before she started crying again.
“Oh, great” Olivine muttered. She knelt down and touched the Earth again.

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