Silvertip Mountain Scream to the gods that you have lost

“I see the coast wasn’t spared,” the mountains, the forests, now the coast. It seemed as the world reached it’s end. She sighed, sadness taking over her.

Golden gaze watched the female in front of her, a shiver hit her lean body. The night was unusually cold, something she was indeed used to back in the north. But this talk about ‘running’ made her loose touch with reality for a second.

“No one else ran? What do you mean?” Agana was curious about her story. No one else ran; who were they? Her family? Perhaps some friends? The beige woman sat patiently, moonlight shining on her eyes.