Tears of amethyst pour down from the sky. The once was lush and evergreen forest is now a mix of iron and coral. Fishes in the lake now either bloated or walk on land, hunting for food. Bugs have too mutated from eating the plants that supplied the ecosystem.
Even plants could mutate, that was how toxic the rain was in the area. The fishes that once only had gills and fins now have either lungs or legs, turning the tides of the hunters into the hunted, that was how toxic the rain had became. Turtles to beetles, the ecosystem has been ruined by this magic-rich rain.
Magic-rich rain. That sounds like a better way to describe the drops of poison that have now plagued the sea clusters.
Magic-rich rain. Those who find out the true means of survival in this apocalypse has found ways to use this magic-rich rain to their advantage. Some have found ways to consume it, turning it into fuel that powers them to survive. Some have found the rules and laws of it, exploiting and finding a fatal flaw between it to grant them the highest chance of survival.
Those who follow the laws shall thrive with no consequence whatsoever. A reward will be given to those who abide. They will grow stronger in time as they proceed with the rules. That is until the rules suddenly disappear, then thy shall have their rewards be turned into dust.
How about preventing it all together? Prevent one’s self from getting in any of these situations in the first place? What if you’re just strong enough to go against these rules?
Perhaps there are consequences to these actions. You’re going against the rules after all, thy shall be granted punishment depending on the severity.
But what if these punishments aren’t going to stop you? What if these punishments aren’t going to stop you from breaking more rules?
A figure in blue and white walks on the water. Each step permeates the scent of an eternal winter. The trail she leaves disappears as she moved forward.
Her shades remind people of the clear blue sky mixed with the tired sun as it sets. Her left arm is a shiny blue gauntlet, those with high power in the Grand Navy wear. Her right arm is covered in ice, perhaps its the work of her magic that keeps it solid. Her white clothes mixed with blue shines in the damson dark. It symbolizes both purity and innocence in one being.
The ornament on her hair looks just like a narwhal horn. The weapons on her back are decorated in talismans and are made with narwhal horns too.
An eel atlantean manages to crawl onto her tiny platform. It didn’t bother her, instead she kept moving forward. The atlantean bites into the ice, pulling itself onto the trail, loosing a few teeth in the process.
Once the atlantean finally stabilizes itself on the thin sheet of ice, it charges forward. It leaves shattered ice that drifts away from the trail.
“Sorry.”
The atlantean turns into a statue of ice, slowly sliding its way towards the woman. She takes a good look at the statue. It still has the face of a man, probably someone who mutated recently.
She flicks the statue, crumbling into little ice chunks. She mourns for the atlantean and chants a few words.
“Ruhe in Frieden.”
The commodore walks to her destination, may it be hellish or not.
