The Alpha's Secret
I let out a cry of despair and tumble to the dry, cracked earth.
“You will roam the dead planes for a thousand years,” a beautiful, melodic voice informs me.
Her voice is so warm. So comforting.
The Goddess?
“This is your punishment, Easton Marquis, for desecrating one of my most precious children.”
“No! Please!” I cry out hoarsely. “I know what I’ve done. I'm sorry. Spare me! Spare me! I beg you. Mercy!”
“A thousand years,” she says. "That is your mercy."
I stare at the tree in the distance.
I’m so thirsty.