Nov 28, 2021hauntedwritings
Amara stood upon the fields, watching the dust rise as the demons made their advance in the distance. Behind her stood the mortals, whom she for the last millenium was told were nothing but fodder. Just like herself.
A smile grew on her face as the wind cooled her lips, wetted by the only one who thought otherwise.
And Amara was going to prove to one and all that her support had not been a wasted effort.
She raised her arm, giving the command she had waited a thousand years to give.
The blue sky began glittering, and like falling stars, her hidden ace made their arrival known.