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Divine Intervention

Chapter 3

Trigger Warning:

This story contains many heavy topics such as neglect, abuse, imprisonment, suicidal ideation and actions, and many other terrible topics. If any of these disturb you, don’t read this story

The human girl and the deity both stared at each other with fear, like deer staring into headlights. Raven was too scared to make any sort of sound, Her reflexes kicked in as she lifted the gun and pointed it at the deity in front of her.

“Who are you…? What are you?” Raven asked nervously, her voice was shouting in a panicked sort of way.

Raven’s hands shook uncontrollably, she was terrified of the thing standing in front of her. Evander was scared too, his cover had been blown, and he’d only been on this world for a few seconds. He tried to calm the tense situation.

“Uh… Be not afraid…?” Evander said with a nervous smile.

Raven just stared at him for a few seconds, before closing her eyes, turning her head away, and pulling the trigger. There was a quick flash, accompanied by the deafening bang of the gun. Raven’s ears pounded with a piercing ringing. She looked up to find the strange boy unharmed, but a hole was made in the wall behind him.

Panicked shouting, accompanied by rushing footsteps could be heard outside of Raven’s room, it was her mother.

“RAVEN! OH MY GOD! RAVEN! RAVEN, ARE YOU OKAY?!”

Evander quickly phased through a wall to hide from the approaching mortal. Raven’s mother dashed through the door, revealing a teary eyed Raven with the revolver in her hands. Tears welled up in her mother’s eyes, and she quickly embraced Raven. They both stayed there for a while, with only the sound of misery filling the room.

Raven, being stunned and confused, could only say one thing in that moment.

“I’m sorry.”

She kept repeating that phrase over and over, she was apologizing to both her mother, and herself.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Raven’s mother silently comforted her distressed daughter. She held her close, making sure her daughter was safe. Raven let go of the gun, letting it clash against the floor, and drop with a slight thud. Raven clinged to her mother, with tears dropping onto her mother’s shirt.

Evander was just outside of the room, but he could hear everything. He sat silently, and quietly listened to the despair. Mortals went through more grief than he thought. Evander continued to listen in on the happenings in that room.

Raven’s mother let go of her daughter, and looked at her with a stern expression, tears still running down her cheeks.

“Please, don’t ever do anything like that again,”her mother said.

“I’m sorry,” raven whispered quietly.

Raven’s mother embraced her daughter once more. There were enough tears in that room to form an ocean.

Raven’s mother let go of her daughter, and picked up the gun.

“I should’ve hid this better,” her mother cried.

Raven comforted her mom, after all, it wasn’t her mother’s fault. When the sound of sadness started to come to a halt, Raven’s mother made an offer to her crushed daughter.

“Do you want to stay in the living room with me?” Her mother asked.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute…” Raven said gloomily.

Raven’s mother slowly exited the room, while carefully handling the gun. She stood at the doorway for a moment, taking one last depressing look at her daughter, before finally leaving. Raven slowly shut the door, her mind was racing. She felt awful for scaring her mother like that. She shouldn’t have taken the gun in the first place, she should have never even thought about the gun. then Raven focused her attention on another crucial detail.

“Who are you? I know you’re here somewhere!” Raven shouted, it was quiet enough so her mother couldn’t hear.

Evander stood just outside the room, his cover was blown anyway, and he felt sorrow for the mortal’s misfortune. He went back through the wall, entering the room once more.

Raven was shocked at what she saw, her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her at all. What stood before her was a short, blue haired boy. He was glowing a blue colored light. Raven had questions, and Evander was hesitant to even speak.

“Who are you? What are you? Where did you come from? Why are you in my house? Why are you in my ROOM?” Raven berated the small deity.

Evander didn’t say a word as he silently stared at the mortal for a moment.

“My name is Evander, and I’m here to hide…” Evander finally said.

Raven looked at him puzzled.

“Hide? Hide from what? What even are you?”

Evander didn’t want to tell a mortal exactly what he was, but he felt slightly intimidated by the mortal girl. Evander didn’t think a mortal would actually bring him fear.

Raven waited for a response, while Evander just stood as still as a statue. Finally, Evander broke the silence.

“I am… a deity,” Evander hesitantly stated.

“A what?” Raven questioned further.

“A deity, or, I suppose, in simpler terms, a god.”

“A… god? That’s not… how is that possible?”

“I assure you, it is entirely possible, I come from a plane of higher existence.”

“So what? Are you here to kill me? Is that it? Are you going to take me to some sick land of torture and burn me in hellfire for the rest of eternity?” Raven asked in a more angry and morbid tone.

“Wha…? No, no, I’m not here to do any of that! I’m simply here to observe and learn about mortal beings,” Evander assured the mortal girl.

“So you’re here to watch the misery of others? Is that it?”

“No! I just wanted to see how mortal beings such as yourself live.” Evander said, tears starting to form in his eyes.

Evander didn’t handle confrontation well, it is assumed that all gods, goddesses, or high beings of power were these emotionless beings, holding little to no regard for one’s feelings, but that is quite false.

Raven saw how distressed she was making the powerful being, she sighed as her expression changed from fear and anger, to that of empathy. In this moment, it would seem that Raven wasn’t afraid at all, but Raven was indeed quite terrified. Raven saw how scared she was making the deity, and she saw that it wasn’t here to hurt anyone.

Raven took a step closer, Evander wiped away his tears and looked up at the mortal girl.

“Hey… It’s Evander… right?” Raven asked. “I’m sorry I scared you, man…”

Evander just looked at the mortal while she spoke, a small smile was beginning to form on his face.

“It’s okay, your reaction was appropriate, mortals do tend to fear things they don’t understand.”

Raven felt slightly insulted by that statement, but she also agreed with it. Raven may have felt intense fear by the deity, but she also felt slightly comforted by its presence. The deity’s fear reminded Raven of how she once used to feel, and it gave her a desire to comfort the terrified deity.

The mortal’s attempts at comfort amused Evander, he chuckled at the sight.

“Thank you, mortal girl,” Evander chuckled.

“Uhm…? You’re welcome. It’s Raven by the way.”

Raven took a seat on her bed, she needed a moment to process, her mind couldn’t fully comprehend the entity that was standing in her room. Was she really speaking to a deity? A god? This all seemed so unreal for Raven.

Evander sat on the floor, he waited for Raven to speak once more. Raven got up from her comfortable bed, and walked out the door.

“I have to talk to my mom, you need to stay hidden!” Raven whispered.

Evander began to slowly fade away before Raven’s eyes, from everything Raven had already seen, this didn’t faze her in the slightest.

Raven left the doorway of her room, dreading what was coming next. She walked down the corridor of her home, the air was chilling and tense. She didn’t want to face her mother after all that she had done, but she knew she had to. Raven took a peek into the empty living room, her mother sat on the torn couch, she had a slight frown on her face. Raven’s mother motioned for Raven to come closer. Raven walked over to the couch and sat next to her mother.

Raven felt the tense pressure of the room, it felt as though the walls were closing in around her. Finally, Raven’s mother spoke.

“I didn’t think it was this bad,” Raven’s mother said miserably, “I knew our situation was terrible. when your father was taken away, I just broke down, I didn’t realize it hit you this hard as well.”

Tears started rolling down Raven’s mother’s cheeks.

“I didn’t know…” her mother said, “i didn’t know,” she said quieter, her voice quivered with every word.

Raven embraced her mother, tears were rolling down her cheeks as well. The home was filled with sorrow once again. Raven remained silent as she held her mother, her mother was loudly crying into her daughter’s shoulder.

“Am I a bad mother?” Raven’s mom asked between sobs.

The question echoed through Raven’s mind. Her mother had been unresponsive for three months, but it really seems like she’s starting to change. Raven knew exactly what to say.

“You’re not bad, you’re just hurt.”

Raven’s mother’s eyes flowed rivers down her cheeks, she chuckled a little while she held her daughter. The autumn winds were roaring outside while the quiet misery was echoing inside.

After a while, Raven and her mother sat on the ruined couch. The faded yellow fabric of the couch was rough, and the back of the couch was in shambles, with the wood frame being visible from a few holes. Raven’s mother finally spoke.

“I’m just glad you’re okay, I’ll make sure to take better care of you.”

Raven smiled at her mother, this was an incredible change. Words could not describe the sheer joy Raven felt.

Raven’s mother felt horrible, she thought of herself as a terrible mother. She wasted three months of her life moping on that torn couch. She was present in the home, but she wasn’t truly there. She felt neglectful, and she deeply regretted her terrible decision.

The emotions in that room contrasted harshly, yet it was still beautiful. The switch between gloom and joy were intense.

Both Raven and her mother sat together on the couch for a while. They enjoyed the solitary affection that surrounded the both of them.

Evander could feel this energy from his hiding place, two souls, both unique in design, can come together to form a bond so unbreakable. Evander admired the energy flowing from the two mortals. His knowledge of mortal life was growing exponentially.

The joyful silence was finally broken when Raven spoke.

“So… what are you gonna do about this house?”

Raven’s mother’s face shifted from a slight smile to an immense frown. There was so much she had neglected within the home, her own daughter included. She was fired from her job two months ago for not showing up, and she didn’t know where to begin looking for a job. It was a miracle both Raven and her mother still had their home to begin with. All of these pressures seemed to have suddenly crashed down on her, but perhaps they have always been there?

The two of them sat on that couch, simply enjoying each other’s company. Sometimes it’s the little moments that have the greatest impact. The day was coming to an end, and Raven and her mother were growing quite drowsy. Raven exchanged a goodnight to her mother before quietly walking into her room.

Raven’s mother stayed on the couch, her mind was marinated in the many emotions. Fear, sadness, joy, dread, and happiness, they all clung to her brain like thorns, each injecting her mind with a plethora of thoughts. She needed a job, she needed money. The only way she could repair the damage done to the house is by working. What job could she possibly get? Not a thinkink soul would possibly hire someone who wears dreadfully stained, foul clothes, and a horrid stench that lingers and forces it’s way into the bodies of everyone around? She hadn’t taken a shower in months, and there was no way to take one now. What was she going to do?

Raven walked into her room, happy that her mother was finally starting to make a change. Evander greeted her, which slightly startled Raven, how had she forgotten about him? Raven was too tired to chat, she simply hopped in bed, and closed her weighted eyes, and let the burdens of her life drift away.

“What are you doing?” Evander curiously asked

“Sleeping.” Raven simply stated.

“Ooh, I think I’ve heard of this! It’s that thing you mortals do to preserve your energy. Your brain is a frail organ that requires constant rest to—

“Evander…” Raven cut in. “I’m trying to sleep, could you just… uh… go somewhere?”

Evander looked at Raven quietly, he had a slight frown on his face as Raven slowly lowered her head down onto the pillow. He faded away, back through the ancient machine. The powerful forces dragged his body from the human world, and transported him back to his home on Loft.

Evander stood there, just a few steps away from the machine, the caretakers greeted him.

“Hello” said one.

“How are you?” Said another.

Their voices were robotic, almost like an android. Their pale eyes stared at the young royal god, the many eyes watched him slowly step across the puffy, white landscape. The land looked much like clouds and marshmallows, the ground was soft and gentle. Occasionally, Evander would come across a pale tree, decorated with glowing yellow leaves and vines.

The great land gave Evander some peace. The tranquility of the trees brought him to a state of pure bliss. With his mind cleared of all his worries, he regrouped all of his lingering thoughts, and came up with an idea to talk to the mysterious mortal girl. He could gain advice from the greates mind in existence, the knower of all, the seer of everything, the High Deity of Wisdom.

Their name is Solomon, they have the greatest mind, knowing all the intricacies of every minor detail of reality. Solomon spends most of their time writing away at their desk, they rarely ever leave that desk. Solomon has one simple goal in mind, to write all of reality’s history and events. It sounds a daunting task to most, but Solomon is more than capable of doing it all.

Evander knew Solomon would be the perfect being to ask for advice. Solomon is rarely available however, so any sort of conversation that could be held with them would have to remain brief. Evander strolled across the breathtaking landscape, passing by ancient holes, worlds, caretakers, and deities. Evander was approaching the grand building Solomon resided in, he made sure to appear as presentable as possible.

Evander found himself in front of a grand building, a library. He stared up at the shattering towers slicing through the sky. Evander entered the library’s glistening walls. Inside he was greeted with a desk, with a lower deity standing behind it. Evander took a glance from across the desk to see extensive shelves flooded with books, scrolls, scripts, papers, and parchments. The shelves seemed to run through the library infinitely, each row and column being extremely clean.

The Lower Deity greeted Evander. Evander quickly studied the deity, he noticed the bright, yellow sweater, with a small name embroidered into the upper right corner of its holy fabric, ‘Dimitri’.

“Is there anything I can help you with?” The lower deity spoke.

“Uh… I was wondering if I could speak to Solomon?” Evander nervously blurted.

“Hm… do you have an appointment with them?” The Lower Deity questioned.

“I… uh… no…” Evander said, lowering his head.

“Hm… well, there’s not much I can really do. I could schedule an appointment for you. How does… 4 Eons sound?” The Lower Deity asked.

“4 EONS?!?! Ahem… um… that’s far too long, I need to speak with them now!” Evander stuttered.

The Lower Deity Demitri took a look at his device. The device appeared much like a human computer, however this one was much more powerful and capable. It could effortlessly glide through pages regarding caretakers, deities, and even vessels with just a few clicks.

“Ok… I’m not really allowed to do this… but I suppose I can make an exception for you.” Dimitri spoke. “Just don’t stay in there for too long” Dimitri added.

“Thank you, sir,” Evander said while bowing.

Beyond the front desk, Evander walked upon the radiant floor tiles. Each tile was designed with a unique intricate pattern. He found himself upon the large door labled ‘NO ENTRY’. With a gulp, Evander struggled while pushing the door open.

Behind the door laid the High Deity of Wisdom, Solomon. Many tendrils pierced through the room, some had hands that were viciously scribbling on papers, others had eyes that stared in complete concentration. Suddenly, one of the tendrils dropped down from the ceiling. A singular eyeball gazed into Evander’s face.

“My, my…” a voice spoke with slight agitation. “What brings you into my chambers? Can’t you see I’m busy, little one?”

“I’m sorry Solomon, but I just need some advice,” Evander said nervously.

“Hm…” Solomon Pondered. “This couldn’t wait until my next break? You know how much I hate leaving my work.”

“It’s… urgent, I just need to know how to talk to someone who keeps pushing me away.”

“Oh? Is that it? You couldn’t bring this up with your mother…? Hm…”

Solomon’s many hands stopped writing. The many tendrils began to retract into the source. Solomon turned away from their main writing desk, revealing their complex figure to Evander. Evander hadn’t seen Solomon’s face too often, maybe only once or twice before. Their body was composed of many tendrils tyong into each other like knots, the three eyes floated, separate from the many knots. Solomon didn’t have a mouth, they communicated telepathically.

“The one you wish to speak to… they are human, correct?” Solomon’s disembodied voice said.

“Yes,” Evander quickly answered

“Of course… humans are quite simple creatures, very primative, very… dumb, to put it simply. Speaking to a human as a god shouldn’t be too difficult. I sense you are… nervous?”

Solomon had read Evander like an open book. He wasn’t expecting them to already know so much about what he was going through.

“Yeah… Everytime I try to speak to her, she closes herself off. It feels like she’s afraid to speak to me,” Evander said.

“Oh, little one… I understand you are frustrated, humans will do that to you, though, you must also think of how Raven feels as well. She’s shocked after meeting a deity. I sense she’ll feel more curious about you, and perhaps begin talking to you. For now though, she’ll be tougher than titanium,” Solomon explained.

The room grew quiet, Solomon turned back to their desk. The many tendrils extended out of their body, and began writing and watching. A tendril with an eye reached out to Evander while Solomon spoke.

“I believe that is all you need to know for now, little one. I believe you’ve wasted enough of my time. I really must get back to my research,” Solomon playfully jested.

Evander smiled at the eye, and walked back out to the main lobby. The door quietly creaked shut as he made his way back to the front desk. Dimitri was there to greet Evander again.

“Hello, how was your visit with the intelligent Solomon?” Dimitri asked

“It was… really quick.” Evander stated

“Yes, yes, that’s usually how it goes for Solomon. They can’t stand being away from their work for too long,” Dimitri explained. Evander nodded to the deity, and with a goodbye, left the grand library.

The Caretakers were there to greet Evander, they restarted the travel point, and allowed Evander to step through. It was bright, and loud, for just a moment the world felt as though it was rushing through time, and then slowing to a stop.

The machine then placed Evander back down into the house he had left from. Raven was still fast asleep on the bed, her mother was in her room, wide awake with demons plaguing her mind. Evander sat on the floor, right in front of where Raven slept. He silently watched her dream peacefully.

The sun shined just above the horizon. Raven opened her heavy eyes, and looked at Evander in her groggy state.

“mm… hmm…? Evander? Oh… uh… I guess it wasn’t a dream…” Raven said, still half asleep.

Her eyes struggled to remain open as she saw his blurry silhouette standing before her bed. Raven sat up in her bed, and stretched her arms out toward the ceiling.

“How are you feeling?” Evander asked with care in his eyes.

Raven stared at him for a moment before answering.

“Fine, I guess?” She responded

“That’s… great…” Evander stated discontented.

Raven’s response wasn’t as specific as Evander had hoped, he would have to dig deeper to really figure out how Raven was feeling.

“Is everything alright with you and your mom?” Evander asked.

“Everything’s fine! Why are you so concerned?” Raven asks back.

“I just… want to know how you’re really feeling.”

Raven looked at Evander, a slight smile was formed on her face. Evander’s concerns made her feel glad that someone was worried about her, but she couldn’t tell him the truth. She couldn’t bare to flood the room and drown Evander in her problems.

The room fell silent, Raven got up from her bed and walked to the door. Evander stood and silently watched her walk out of the room. Perhaps he wasn’t fully getting through to her? How would he be able to get her to open up?

Raven peeked her head into the living room, her mom was sitting on the couch holding several stained letters.

“Hey mom,” Raven says quietly.

Her mother jolts and turns her head to her daughter, hidning the letters behind her.

“How are you doing?” Raven asks concerned.

“Just… trying to figure out how to pay these bills…” Raven’s mom answers. “I don’t know what I’m going to do, I need to get a job but I don’t know what places are hiring at the moment.”

Raven attempts to console her mother. Evander stands silently in the hallway, listening in on their conversation.

“Also, hasn’t school started yet?” Raven’s mom asks.

“It started, like, a couple weeks ago,” Raven responded.

Raven’s mother looked even more distraught.

“How about I walk you to school tommorow? I know it’s quite a ways away, but I’m sure we’ll be able to make it,” Raven’s mother suggests.

Raven sighs and sits next to her mother on the stained couch.

“You should focus more on finding a job first,” Raven responds.

“But you’re my child. This whole time I’ve been moping about my own life, when I should have been taking care of you,” Raven’s mother argues.

“I can get to school just fine on my own,” Raven counter argues.

“I know, I just don’t want you going alone; what if something happens to you,” Raven’s mom said with more concern.

Raven thought for a moment before responding to her mother.

“I won’t have to go alone, I met a… friend… I can walk to school with him!”

“A friend?” Raven’s mom asks, “Who?”

Evander pokes his head past the wall and peeks into the living room. Raven turns her head and spots him hiding behind the wall.

“Him!” Raven exclaims.

Raven’s mom turns her head and is startled by the short, blue-haired boy that was standing just outside of the living room.

“Wha…? When did he get here?” Raven’s mom asks.

“Uhh… I let him in here while you were asleep?” Raven answers, unsure of herself.

“Hmm… alright…” Raven’s mom answers suspiciously, “what’s your name?”

“E-Evander…” He quietly answers.

He comes out from his hiding place behind the wall, and steps closer to Raven and her mother. Raven’s mom gets a strange feeling from her daughter’s new friend, not a bad feeling, just a strange one.

Raven took a look at Evander, then a look at her mother. An idea came into her head.

“What if you go out and try to find a job now?” Raven exclaimed.

“N-now?”

“Of course! Evander can stay here with me so I won’t be alone!”

“Oh, are you sure?”

“Of course! Those bills are just going to keep piling up if you don’t find a way to pay them!”

“Hm… A-alright then, I’ll try”

Raven’s mother stood from the couch, she disappeared down the hallway into her bedroom.

“I’m not entirely sure what bills are, but if getting a job is what your mom needs to pay them, then I’m proud of you for encouraging her to get a job!” Evander told Raven proudly.

“You don’t know what bills are?”

“Nope!” Evander naively exclaimed

In her room, Raven’s mother searched through her closet. She had to pick something to wear that wasn’t stained or smelled awful. Her eyes landed on a lovely knitted pink sweater, a gift she was given from her mother before she passed. She took extra care to keep the sweater clean.

The sweater was perfect, it had a divine balance between comfort and style. Raven’s mother chose to pair the lovely sweater with some regular jeans. To complete her ensemble, Raven’s mother chose to cover her putrid scent with the single bottle of cheap perfume she got as a gift from her husband.

Raven sat in the living room finishing up the short lesson on economics that she was giving to Evander.

“…and that’s why my mom needs a job!”

“Ohh… interesting!”

The door to Raven’s mom’s room burst open. Raven’s mother walked confidently down the hall as though she was a fashion model strutting down the runway.

“Is this outfit okay?” Raven’s mom asked her audience.

“Yeah! You look great!” Raven said

“I really like that!” Evander pointed to the sweater.

“This was the best I could find,” Raven’s mother said.

As her mom walked to the door, Raven stopped her to give her one last hug. Then, with heartfelt goodbyes, the door was shut, and Raven’s mom walked down the sidewalk determined.

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Divine Intervention

Chapter 2

Trigger Warning:

This story contains many heavy topics such as neglect, abuse, imprisonment, suicidal ideation and actions, and many other terrible topics. If any of these disturb you, don’t read this story.

He came from a reality higher than all else, a world above all other worlds, a place that controlled every fragment of reality, a place where higher beings oversee the creation and destruction of space and time, A place called Loft. He was one of those beings, a Deity. Every Deity performs a specific task, he didn’t know what task he was meant to perform. Each Deity was created by Fate. Fate is something supernatural, even to this world’s standards. Fate has no physical form, it’s more like a process or function. Fate is not something you can see, or something you can touch, it is well known, but also a mystery.

The Deity was not created by Fate directly, he was created by two other powerful deities, the enchanting Galene, and the menacing Balor. Galene is a beauty, her golden-brown hair flows like a river, and her eyes sparkle like jades. Galene is the goddess of peace and rest. Her presence is enough to comfort an overloaded mind. Balor was her complete opposite, Balor was the self-proclaimed god of class and wealth, however, he didn’t possess either of those attributes. Balor was ferocious and unkempt, he could bring destruction and chaos everywhere he went, but he chooses not to.

Balor would rather do nothing than actually assist his fellow deities in maintaining reality. None of the other deities could do anything to stop him, as Balor held the most power and control over everything. If any other deity would dare to object to his laziness, they would be punished by the snap of his fingers. Every deity fears him, the deities of Love, War, Death, Wisdom, Health, Illness, and even his own wife, Galene, fears his wrath.

How did two polar-opposite deities fall in love? It all started when order in Loft was starting to lose it’s balance, something had to be done. Fate led Galene and Balor to fall for each other. Every deity would hold a ceremony for the two lovers. Galene and Balor were wed on that day.

The deity sat near an edge, watching the minuscule lives of the creatures on a world that was created long before he ever existed. He watched some creatures live, and some creatures die, he watched love blossom, and tear apart. He would constantly jump time around, he would jump thousands of years into the future, and thousands of years into the past. He watched the events of history, and the events to come. He would have sat there near the world for much longer, but a voice called out to him.

“Evander!” The voice called out. “I need you to come over here, dear.”

The angelic voice floated through the air, calmy placing itself into his ears. It was his mother, the kind Galene.

“Okay mom!” Evander shouted back.

Evander got up from his place near the world, he took one last glance, seeing a small flower bloom on the surface. He smiled, and walked towards his mother’s voice. Evander’s height declined when he stood near his mother. Galene’s towering figure stood over Evander, with a tranquil smile beaming down at him.

“Hello my sweet child, it’s good to see you,” Galene’s voice was soft and caring, it soothed Evander’s ears.

“Hi mom! Is there anything you need?”

“Well, I believe that, as a deity, you should seek a function, something to oversee. I mean not to pressure you, my child, but every deity has a purpose. All I ask is that you take your time with this journey.”

Evander stood silent for just a moment. He stared into his mother’s gentle eyes.

“I will figure this out soon, I promise,” Evander stated hesitantly.

“Good, just don’t rush, I understand how pressuring this all seems. Goodbye for now, my sweet child.”

Galene walked away, her steps were soft and gentle against the ground. Evander watched as his mother walked away, his mind racing. He felt worried and nervous, he always thought his purpose would come to him as a clear message. Evander walked around Loft, looking at the many worlds that were being cared for. Evander saw the many different colors, textures, and creatures these worlds possessed. He had already seen many of these worlds before, but every new glance seemed to draw him further in.

Evander was more interested in seeing the worlds, he didn’t really care to conversate with the Caretakers of the worlds, not that the caretakers would be up for conversation anyway. It’s not that Evander lacked regard for the Caretakers, he just didn’t want to be a bother. Evander would just watch the worlds in silence, sometimes he would even watch the Caretakers do their work in sustaining the world’s environment. Evander wanted to ask them how they found their purpose, but he didn’t.

The Caretakers were kind, most of them helped to sustain the environmental parts of the worlds. Caretakers go by many names all across Loft, they are usually called ‘Guardians’ or ‘Gaia’ but most just simply call them ‘Caretakers’. Each Caretaker has one specific goal in mind, to maintain balance across the world they oversee. Higher ranked Caretakers who reached specific qualifications, would be allowed to care for two or more worlds, whilst most Caretakers only take care of one. Caring for a world is a team effort, usually requiring multiple Caretakers for a single world, which makes higher ranked caretakers more useful.

Evander thought maybe his purpose was to be a Caretaker, maybe he was meant to oversee a worlds environment. The task seemed daunting to Evander, he wanted to think on it a little more, being a Caretaker seemed really tough. Evander thought maybe his purpose was to be a Lower Deity.

Lower Deities rank higher than caretakers on the Loft hierarchy. The job of a lower deity is to oversee specific and basic elements of living beings, including life processes, personalities, and personal interests. Lower Deities have the special job of reusing old vessels, as well as creating new ones for the purposes of life.

Evander thought about creating his own vessel, what kind of creature would he make? Maybe he could make a horse-like creature, with a single horn atop it’s head, or maybe he could create a massive flying snake that has fire breath. Many interesting ideas floated through Evander’s mind, all of these seemed really interesting, but Evander didn’t know where to start with vessel creation, and the creation of new types of vessels hasn’t happened in a very long time.

Evander walked all around Loft, looking at caretakers guarding their worlds, and watching Lower Dieties reuse vessels. What if Evander’s purpose was greater than what he thought? What if Evander was much more important to Loft? What if Evander was meant to be a High Deity?

A High Deity is the highest ranking in all of Loft, they serve great purposes to many worlds, they maintain balance to each and every one. Only certain worlds are worthy of receiving such honorable praise from these pure entities, but what gift could Evander grant to any world? Each High Deity made their presence known since the beginning, showing the great power they held, but Evander didn’t have such power. What was he supposed to do? Who was he supposed to be?

As Evander was pondering, he raised his head up to see where he was walking. He could see the roof of his home just past some of the trees. Evander lived in a grand palace with all of the High Deities. Many who reside in Loft refer to the palace as ‘Paradise’. Evander wanted to head home, he just wanted a place to rest after all of this thinking, but he would usually avoid the palace completely. His father, the “god of wealth” Balor, resided within the palace walls at all times. Balor always sat front and center, right in the first room. He would be the first thing you saw when you would step through those gates.

Paradise wasn’t completely bad though, Evander had his own room there that contained all of the things that make him happy. Evander desperately yearned to be back in that room, he didn’t care about what his father would say to him the moment he entered.

Evander crossed the sacred bridge, looking down at the hole that the bridge was hovering over, he could see the darkness of the void the palace floated over. The holy doors slowly opened for him, revealing the face of the stern Balor upon his crystalline throne.

“Ah, you’re finally back Evander!” His voice was chilling, Evander could feel the room grow colder. “I was wondering when I would see you again”

“Uh, ahem… Hi father…” Evander’s words trembled, he was shivering.

“It took you long enough to come back, why don’t you just stay outside of the palace? It would seem you perfer the atrocities of the outside over the comfort and splender of the palace.”

Evander froze at the doorway, he took a few steps toward the hallway. He didn’t want to bother his father, he didn’t really feel like talking to him anyway. What could Evander possibly say to him?

“I’m just going to my room.” Evander spoke with slight confidence, the bleakness of the room warmed slightly.

Balor sat upon his luxurious throne, his eyes slowly followed Evander, with a slight, cold smile slowly creeping across his face. Evander wanted to get out of that room as soon as possible, he didn’t bother making any more eye contact. Once Evander was out of Balor’s sight, he made a bolt to his room.

The door was made of two different kinds of materials, one was hard and rough, while the other was soft and cozy. The door glowed with a subtle blue light before slowly giving way. The door sparkled as it slowly crumbled. Once the entrance was fully open, Evander stepped inside. Walking into this room again, it reminded Evander of the first time he ever set foot in there.

It was long ago, long ago in human terms, but a shorter amount of time in deity terms. His first few steps into this room made him feel comfortable. Usually when Evander wanted to feel comfort, he relied on his mother, but stepping into that room gave him a new feeling of comfort. The room was divided down the middle, one half was full of things that brought Evander comfort, things like a bed, some squishy plushie versions of some vessels, and a soft rug. The other side contained objects that gave Evander excitement, objects like books, games, and a music listening apparatus.

Evander always found joy in listening to music created by the vessels living in the worlds, he was always interested in the many different cultures and arts that the vessels could come up with. They were all so different, yet so similar. Evander sat upon his bed, listening to the soothing sounds that were created by the vessels. He liked listening to the music created by many of the worlds. Evander always wondered what it would be like to walk amongst some of the vessels that the deities made. He thought about walking through some of the groves, valleys, and meadows that existed on the many different worlds.

While he was daydreaming, a knock came at Evander’s door, it was his mother.

“Evander? Dear, are you in there?” His mother asked

“Yeah, I’m here” Evander said back

“Can you step out here for a moment, there’s something I must ask of you.”

Evander was slightly confused, what could his mother need him for? He put the music listening apparatus down, and moved toward the door. As the blue light glowed through the room, the door crumbled down, revealing the enchanting Galene.

“Hello again my child” Galene’s calming voice spoke.

“Hi mom, what did you want me for?”

“Well, I have been thinking, perhaps there is some other way for you to find your purpose. If you are having trouble finding it here, maybe you could go somewhere else to find it?”

Evander stood silently, he was stunned for a moment. After snapping out of his daze, he finally spoke.

“Somewhere else? Somewhere like what?”

“Somewhere like a world, of course, there are some things you need to learn before you can set foot on a world.”

Evander was about to speak, but then a voice from behind spoke.

“Evander? on a world? That’s crazy.”

Evander looked behind his mother to find Balor standing coldly behind her.

“What’s wrong with Evander going down to a world?” Galene argued.

“Well, he simply isn’t… capable enough to handle the sorts of vessels that live on those worlds.” Balor stated.

“Well that’s why I want to teach him about the vessels, so he may discover the many joys that these worlds can offer, as well as some useful experience for him to learn from.”

Balor’s expression shifted from cold to colder. After a few seconds of chilling stares, Balor finally spoke.

“Well… if he is to go down to a world… I have a… mission for him… Evander, if you choose to go down to a world, you must change something about a mortal being…”

“Change a mortal being?” Galene questioned.

“Yes! Evander, you must change a mortal being by… making them immortal!”

“Really, giving a mortal being immortality?” Galene questioned further.

“Indeed! He must turn a mortal being into an immortal being!” Balor stated.

“Evander, you don’t have to do that, I don’t want you to waste your time trying to do the impossible.” Galene spoke. “I mean not to offend you, my child, but turning a mortal being immortal is no easy task. I’m not saying you can’t do it, I’m just saying you should enjoy your time instead of being frustrated with a futile goal.”

Evander looked at his mother, then at his father. Evander immediately looked down at the ground, then he spoke.

“I would like to go down onto a world, I want to see what it’s like.” Evander said quietly. “I won’t waste my time with pointless goals!”

“Pathetic” Balor whispered under his breath.

Only Evander heard Balor speak that one miserable word, it cut deeply into him. Galene had a soft smile on her face as she guided Evander outside the palace and toward some of the worlds. Balor looked on with a cold expression, watching his wife and child walk through the gates and across the bridge.

Galene seemed excited to tell Evander about the ins and outs of vessels, worlds, and how they are made.

Vessels start as a clay-like substance that can be molded into many different shapes. This clay material is very common on Loft, and can be located in many different areas throughout the infinitely stretching land. Once a vessel is molded into the desired shape, it is left to harden into a statuesque form. This process can take thousands of human years, or about a month in deity time. Because of this lengthy process, rather than new vessels being developed, older vessels that are collected from the God of Death, Cain, are repurposed and reused for a new life to commence.

Worlds come into existence when a hole is formed on Loft’s surface, from out of that hole rises a spherical shape, this shape becomes a template for a new world. Caretakers can then begin their care on the world, creating liquids, foliage, and other materials in and on the world. The creation of these world templates is still unknown, however, a few theories have been brought up, one of the most prominent being from Solomon, High Deity of Wisdom. Solomon proposes that the worlds are created from jumbles of matter that exist in the void far below Loft, and that when these jumbles of matter become compact enough, they eventually form a spherical shape, and float up toward Loft.

Evander sat quietly, carefully listening to all of the wonders that Galene spoke of, the concepts of life and vessels, and the creation of worlds. Galene spoke about these topics with sparkles in her eyes, it felt as though something had ignited within her.

Galene finally finished her speech, and asked Evander if he had any questions about vessels, life, and worlds. Evander would have asked a question, but when thinking about what to ask, his mind went blank. Galene gave Evander a warm smile, before asking him a question.

“Which world do you want to go to?”

Evander’s eyes lit up, he was happy that he got to select which world he would be able to experience. There were many worlds that Evander had hoped to see, but he did have a few requirements for the kind of world he was looking for:

1. The world must contain vessels.

2. The world must have beautiful scenery.

3. The world must have a good place for him to rest.

These requirements were set in Evander’s mind, he walked through the fields of worlds. Many Caretakers stared at Galene and her son. It wasn’t often they got the honor to look upon such powerful deities. Evander looked around the many worlds, he gazed upon the surfaces that held many shades and hues. This was a tough choice, there were so many options that interested Evander. His eyes were wild, looking at the many different choices that were around him. Evander’s crazy eyes slowed to a stop, his sight was locked on to one world in particular. This was it, this was the perfect world, it cleared every requirement.

Evander took a closer look at the world, he saw flowing rivers, dense jungles, aggressive creatures, and scorching volcanoes. This world was indeed quite interesting, there were many different things to explore. Evander’s excitement took control for a second, he turned to his mother.

“Mom, I pick this one, I pick this one!”

“Ok, ok!” Galene chuckled.

Galene spoke to the caretakers, and they set up a travel point for Evander to go through. This travel point would take Evander into the world, to a place of his choosing. Evander said goodbye to his mother, before stepping through the machine.

Evander was now floating in an empty space, the entire world was now enlarged in front of him. He was alone in that space. He watched clouds dance through the empty area. Evander move the world, he turned the world every which way, looking for the perfect place to begin his journey. He thought of maybe entering into the ocean to take a look at the lives of the interesting vessels that lived down there, then he thought of surveying a volcano, watching the lava slowly pour out, the idea of watching such a disaster both intrigued and terrified Evander. Suddenly, the voice of someone familiar came into Evander’s head.

“He must turn a mortal being into an immortal being” the voice said.

It was Evander’s father, Balor. Evander now knew where he wanted to go, he spun the world until his eyes rested upon a small town. If Evander was going to give a mortal being immortality, he wanted to give it to a being that could enjoy it, he chose a human to be his target.

With Evander’s destination selected, the machine began positioning his body onto the surface of the world. It was a slow process, but eventually Evander left the empty space, and, after some flashing lights, he could see the bright blue sky that was above him, the orange leaves that were falling around him, feel the breeze that was blowing around him, and see the decaying trees that laid near him. He was now on a world.

Evander looked around, he then began to panic as he realized his blue aura was still shining around him. He needed to find somewhere to hide in order to conceal his glowing body. He chose a random giant box to hide in, unaware that there were currently people living in said box. He was unaware that he had already been seen.

As Evander took refuge inside this box, he took a few moments to gather himself. Evander raised his head up and looked in horror at a terrified girl holding a gun, staring back at him.

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Divine Intervention

Chapter 1

Trigger Warning:

This story contains many heavy topics such as neglect, abuse, imprisonment, suicidal ideations and actions, and many other terrible topics. If any of these disturb you, don’t read this story.

Raven woke up again, she had no memory of what had happened a few hours earlier. The alarm clock read 8:23 AM. All she could feel was her stomach rumbling, she needed food.

Raven slowly climbed out of bed, she was now away from her comfort space. She walked through the door and into the hallway. As she moped across the floor, she saw her mom. Her mother was still laying on the weathered couch, watching whatever was on the television. Raven continued to the kitchen.

Once again, a tight fit, but she could make it into the pantry. She opened the door to find a loaf of slightly moldy bread, two boxes containing stale cereal, and a few cockroaches scattering through some tomato soup cans.

This sight would have disgusted Raven a few months ago, but she couldn’t care anymore. She just wanted food, so she reached for the cereal. She believed the cereal to be the least putrid option.

The bowl she ate out of was a deep ocean blue, it was made of a very sturdy plastic, with only a few scratches being visible. The cereal was dry, Raven preffered her cereal dry. Even if she wanted milk, she didn’t have the money to get it. The cereal was crunchy, and some pieces were extremely difficult to chew, it was like chewing on a rock. Raven finally found her bowl empty, with only a few crumbs remaining. She added the bowl to the pile of dishes accumulating in the sink. She would clean them later…

Raven walked out to the living room. She tried greeting her mom. but there was no reply. She tried to ask about her day, but there was no reply. She tried to ask what she was watching, but there was no reply.

Raven finally gave up and went back into her room. She was finally back to her comfort space. Raven kept a small journal hidden under her pillow, she had it for quite a while now. Her father gave it to her as a gift about a year ago. Raven wrote about her life in that journal. Sometimes, Raven liked to sit in her bed, and read all of the stories contained on the many pages.

Raven would usually skip all of the pages toward the beginning of the journal because they all mentioned her father. Raven misses her father, sometimes she wonders how he’s doing. He was taken away from her. It devestated both Raven and her mom. Her father would be back soon though, but not soon enough.

Raven reached the final page in her journal, it was the page she wrote yesterday. The page looked like this:

September 17, 2023

Mom is unresponsive again, as always. I’ve been trying to talk to her, but nothing works. I try to ask her about her day, I try to ask her about the shows she watches, but nothing. Sometimes she just glances at me, no words, just a look. I feel so alone, I wish dad were here, and I wish I could go to school. I don’t know what to do, I just wish that something would happen to give me some hope.

Raven had crossed out the mention of her dad, she would write about him a lot, but she would always cross him out before she could go any deeper. She didn’t want to think about him for too long, thinking about him for too long would result in an ocean of tears.

She wrote a new entry into her journal, this one was a little more hopeful the the previous few. This is what Raven wrote:

September 18, 2023

The past few pages in this journal have been… very negative… but I think if I try hard enough to be positive, then eventually good things should come along! I’ll try talking to mom more, I’ll finally wash the dishes, I’ll try to go to school, and I’ll try to stop being so sad all the time!

Raven felt very motivated now, after reading all of the previous entries, she wanted to change. She made a list of all of her goals:

Try talking to mom more

Wash the dishes

Go to school

Stop being so sad

Raven was so sure she could complete these goals, she wanted to get started immediately! She ran out to the kitchen, her mother was still laying on the couch. Raven squeezed into the kitchen, and took a look at the dishes.

The pile made her a little uneasy, but she knew she could do it! She took the plastic, blue bowl in her hand, turned the faucet, and… nothing. Right… there was no water. There hadn’t been water for a couple months now. Raven was defeated, she was so excited to get started on completing these tasks, and she failed at what she thought was the easiest one.

Raven moped back to her room. She felt so stupid. How did she forget about the water? How could she forget about the water? How DARE she forget about the water! Raven laid in bed, staring at the list. The list taunted her for a while. Suddenly, an idea rushed into Raven’s head.

She took a page out of her journal, and her pencil, and began to sketch. Lines formed shapes on the page, shading brought the image to life. After many long hours, she was done. The image depicted a large vase carrying many lovely flowers. The words “I love my mom,” were written on the vase. Raven felt the drawing was too childish, but it was the best she could think of.

Raven slowly walked down the hall. Her mother was still lying on the couch. She gave a quiet hello to her mother before presenting the image to her. Raven’s mom slowly reached out and gently grabbed the page. She inspected the sketch carefully. Raven could feel the silence, the judgement. Two small words quietly floated into Raven’s ears.

“thank you”

The words brought a slight warmth into Raven’s heart. She said goodbye to her mother and walked back to her room. Those two words bounced around Raven’s head for the rest of the night. It was the first time her mom had said anything to her in a long time.

Raven looked at her alarm clock, 9:57 PM. So much of the day had been spent drawing, and thinking about two little words. Raven thought that was enough for one day. Raven put her pajamas on, but this time, she walked back out to the hallway. Raven didn’t want to push her mother too hard, but she wanted to say something to her.

“Goodnight… I love you”.

It was silent, Raven stared at the back of her mom’s head. Raven was preparing to walk back to her room, when a few words tickled her ears.

“I love you too…”

Raven smiled as she walked back into her room. She felt happy, after all this time, she finally felt joy. Raven laid in a blanket of darkness, the dark wasn’t quite as cold as it was before.

While Raven and her mother slept, the night grew darker and colder. A freezing chill floated outside. A few light crunching of leaves could be heard. The footsteps grew closer, a dark figure was approaching the house. Boots clacked on the concrete steps of the porch, The doorknob on the front door jiggled slightly, and with a quiet twist, the door opened. There is now another person in the house.

The dark, black boots clacked and clicked against the floorboards. A slow thumping sound, with the occasional creak echoed through the sorrowful walls. After a few minutes of rummaging around and placing items in a large bag, the figure left. The once empty house was now even emptier, the once broken dreams were now completely shattered.

It was the birds that woke Raven up. Weird… her alarm clock didn’t go off… what time was it anyway? She looked to her bedside table, but there was nothing there, no alarm clock, not even the table was there. What? Where was it? Raven got up out of bed, she looked around her room. Odd… most of the stuff in her room was gone. There were a few items on the floor, she didn’t remember putting any of them there though. Had her mom gone through her room? She opened her bedroom door and peeked down the hallway, all she could see from there was the kitchen, and a slight view of the living room. The kitchen appeared messier than usual, and what she could see in the living room didn’t look quite right. She approached closer to the living room.

When Raven reached the living room, she was shocked. Everything in there was missing, the old vase, the old television, even the small rug was gone! A few photos sat scattered across the floor, and a few frames were smashed. The only other piece of furniture that was still in the living room was the worn down, scratched up couch that her mother was lying in.

Raven was sent into a panicked frenzy. Where had everything gone? What was she going to do? Raven screamed for her mother, crying out to her in cold, chilling fear. Her mother’s eyes creeped open. no words were said as she sat up from the couch, and took a look around the empty room.

“Where’s our stuff?”

The words drifted out of her mouth like tumbleweeds in a desert. Raven gave a panicked reply.

“MOM! WE’VE BEEN ROBBED!”

Raven’s voice echoed through the whole house. The room fell silent, the cars outside rushed past the house and through the suburban neighborhood. A single dry leaf danced across the sky before silently falling to it’s death. All of this happened, but not for Raven or her mother, the world didn’t move for them.

This was the first time in three months that Raven saw her mom stand up off the couch. A horrible stench was wafted into the air, but Raven didn’t notice it. Raven’s mother told her to stay in the house. Raven watched her mom walk out the door.

Where was her mother going? Why did she tell Raven to stay at the house? These questions circled Raven’s brain. It was at this moment when Raven looked down at the couch. The couch was sagging where her mother once laid. Raven didn’t know what to do, she pondered if she should try to follow her mother or obey and stay where she was. Raven decided to obey her mother, it was the least she could do for her after all that’s happened.

About half an hour goes by, Raven’s mom enters the home. A couple of officers march in behind her. The two officers look around the home suspiciously.

“Okay, we’re going to need to start an investigation” one of the officers stated.

“We’re going to need you two to leave the home for a little bit, okay?”

Raven’s mom walked toward the door, Raven followed her quietly. Raven’s mom sat on the grass, Raven couldn’t tell what was going through her mind. She sat beside her mother, watching as cars zoomed past the house, they could feel the eyes judging them. They both looked on at the shining sun. Everything was gone, that theif took more than just material objects, they took their joy, their happiness, their souls.

Raven watched as her mom’s face went from a blank, seemingly lifeless expression, to a slight frown with a few stray tears leaving her eyes. Raven’s mom held her face in her hands, the tears came pouring out. Raven didn’t know what to do, she’d lost everything, she lost her mother’s happiness.

They sat in the grass for what seemed like an eternity. Occasionally, they would see one of the officers step out of the house to take a look around outside. At some point, one of the officers stood beside both Raven and her mother, the officer asked a few questions.

“Do you remember anything at night, anything suspicious?”

“No, it was just a regular night, we didn’t see anything and we didn’t hear anything.”

“Do you know exactly what items were stolen?”

“Yes, the crook took the television, an old vase, and my daughter’s alarm clock and her table.”

“Could you describe those items for me?”

“The TV is very old and boxy, sort of a 1970s to 1980s style, the vase is plain white with a few light pink flower designs on it, my daughters alarm clock is a brown, retro analog clock that rings like a bell to wake you, and the table is wooden and circular in shape, with some wooden rods holding it up.”

“Okay, thank you, we’ll keep an eye out for any objects matching those descriptions.”

The other officer sauntered to their location. After the left officer stopped speaking, the right officer began.

“The criminal must have entered through the front door, I couldn’t find any other points of entry. We will keep the questions you answered as evidence. We will question the residents of this neighborhood to see if we can get more information. If you think of anything else, please be sure to contact us!”

Raven’s mother quietly replied,

“Thank you, officers.”

“You’re welcome ma’am, have a good day.”

The officers got in their car and drove away. Raven stood up next to her mother. Her mother just looked at her in pure disbelief and sadness. They both sat there on the front lawn watching the red and orange leaves dance across the sky.

The only thing floating in Raven’s head was a feeling of uselessness. Raven felt more useless than ever before. She couldn’t speak, she didn’t even want to look at her mother. Many tears were shed on that lawn.

A few minutes passed by, Raven’s mom stood up and walked back into the house. Raven stayed seated on the grass, the remnants of tears sparkled on her cheeks. What was she going to do? It seems the more she tries, the more she fails.

Raven finally got up from her sad spot. She turned away from the road, and began to approach the house. Raven felt terrible, a horrible feeling went from her throat to her stomach. She was tired, even though the sun was still high in the sky. Once Raven walked through that door, she saw her mom on the couch. She was laying there looking more miserable than she was before. This sight sparked something horrible in Raven.

Raven’s mom wasn’t happy, and all of her belongings were taken, but, maybe something else lingered in the house. Raven walked into the hallway, toward the door on the far end, it was her mother’s room. She opened the door, and saw an array of items scattered across the floor. She carefully stepped through the shattered picture frames, the torn pages, and an image of her father. Looking at the image of her father made a few tears well up in her eyes, but she didn’t have time to cry. She crouched down near her mom’s bed, she could smell the dust and negligence. After shuffling around under the bed, she found it. It was a small briefcase made of very clearly fake leather. It wasn’t the briefcase that Raven was after, it was what was inside. The briefcase contained a dangerous item, something that could prove disastrous if put in the wrong hands. The item she was after was her mom’s revolver.

Raven had searched for this item previously, but everytime she went anywhere near the briefcase, she would stop herself, but not this time. Raven creeped into her room with the briefcase in her hand. The texture was rough, and felt very worn out. Raven put the briefcase on her bed. She stood there, breathing heavily. She took her journal from out under her pillow, she flipped through the many pages. She found a blank page and began to write one last entry.

September 19, 2023

Goodbye mom, if you’re reading this, I’m probably already gone. Don’t blame this on yourself, you should continue living your life. Maybe you could get a job, make some money, and fix this house. I wish I could help you with all of this, but I’m too useless. I feel like I can’t do anything right. I love you, and I hope you can figure all of this stuff out.

Raven’s own writing made even more tears leave her eyes. She placed the journal on the floor, and took a look at the briefcase. She slowly opened the zipper, and took a peak inside. There was a small case, probably containing bullets, and the revolver. The metal reflected the small amount of sun that was peaking through the blinds. Raven grabbed the case of bullets first, she opened it up and saw only a few rimmed cartridges inside. Her mother was probably saving these bullets for something important. Raven looked back at the revolver, has it really come down to this? She took the revolver in her hand, slightly rubbing the smooth metallic surface.

Raven loaded the gun, she had learned how to do this from her mother in case of an emergency a few years back. She opened the cylinder with a click, and found the revolver empty. She took a few rimmed cartridges, tilted the gun down slightly, and slid the cartridges into the cylinder. With one final click, the cylinder was closed, the gun was now fully loaded, fully dangerous.

Raven’s head flooded with a few last thoughts as she raised the gun up.

“This is it, huh? I couldn’t even make my own mom happy. I am useless, I’m a disgrace and a disappointment. I deserve this.”

The gun was getting higher, higher, and finally, Raven rested the tip of the revolver on her cranium. The gun was cold, the air was cold, everything was freezing. Raven’s finger toyed with the trigger for a moment, her grasp slowly getting firmer and firmer. She was hesitant, her head was beginning to flood with doubts.

“I can’t do this. I might make my mom’s life worse. What if my mom can’t handle my death. What will happen when my dad comes back? He’ll find his daughter dead.”

Raven’s eyes finally released the tears, a few droplets of sweat began to form on her forehead. She couldn’t do it, she didn’t want to do it. She was lowering the gun from her head, but then her eye caught something. Something was shining outside her window, something blue, her eyes were too blurry to make out exactly what it was. The light seemed to be getting closer. Raven held the revolver in one hand, and quickly wiped away her tears in the other. When Raven finally opened her eyes, the light seemed to be dimming. Was it just in her imagination? She turned away from the window, and that’s when she saw him, standing in the doorway, illuminated by a faint, waning, blue light.

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