Goddess of Life

Life and Death are people, both known as many names but all are somewhat similar; life= hope, happiness, renewal. And Death= Darkness, alone, decay and destruction.

Life and Death rarely meet, as they go about their jobs and don't usually have time for interactions...but on a day like today, an exception has to be made.

It is the end of the thrice pursuit; a 20 year long war between three countries. It was brutal and bloody. Thankfully, today marked the end. Unfortunately, wars are places were both life and death are common...maybe too much so.

Hundreds of ravens could be seen spread across the battlefield, not feasting or scavenging... but soul collecting. After all, jobs like these require a lot of help. The ravens are in fact spirit ravens, minions and workers of Death themselves.

Life was wandering the empty fields, looking sad and heartbroken by all the bodies that she finds. Clearly not in her element. She is here to spread seeds and plants, hoping to revive the once beautiful flowers and grass from what is now a barren wasteland.

She touches the ash and dirt beneath her, sighing to herself, "how could anyone do such a thing..." She thinks aloud.