The sound of the world breaking apart caused alarm to rush through her body, it felt as if her blood carried the terror through her body. Wynter screamed from atop her mistress, staring at the world; daring something to come and attack them. Moving quickly through the wild scrub, the swam princess' rushed over to make sure everyone was alight. Their aura was immortal; the closer she got the more clear it became that she was in the presence of the gods. Golden eyes flickered from one to the other, for a moment it felt as if everything had slowed until...sadness. She did not know Hototo but once he had played a song, the music had been from the heart, something so beautiful and sad. Now that he was gone the song would likely haunt her forever.

Another murder.
More pain.
No pity.

"Only time." Her hymn is quiet and terribly sad. Only time would close up the bleeding wound, only time would allow his family to think about the happy memories. "I am so sorry." Who she was apologising to was anyone's guess, perhaps the god or to Hototo's family who would soon learn the crushing news. Closing her eyes Arah hoped for a brighter future, wished that this entire ordeal would be over soon. Yet she did not pray, the gods where right here after all. If she wanted to pray she could step right up and ask them...no doubt they would consider her mortal problems to be of little consequence or matter to them.

Orbs flicked up as the gods seem to finally settle upon a decision. The sliver doe had paid very little attention to what they had been discussing, after all it had been none of her business. They turned and together, they shoved the moon from heaven. Arah's expression remained blank as she watched this display of immense power, inside she was awed. Watching the path of the Moon Goddess ethereal form tumbling to the ground caused a primal satisfaction to fill her. An eye for an eye. This would be the revenge that the entire land was craving. With a heavy thud that caused the doe to smirk, and a cloud of black smoke, the Goddess crushed the grass beneath her body. Here she was in all her glory, scrabbling to righten herself. No less than what to expect from her disgraced form, quick but less than cunning words tumbled from her wicked mouth, the tongue twisted around the vile thoughts she dared to speak out loud.

Watching as The Goddess turned her back on the rest who stood united, not giving them a second glance as she walked west.
Her pale throne empty and her fall from grace is witness by those mere mortals. However worry still gnawed at her stomach, who would hold the world in balance without someone guarding the realms of night? To be honest, Arah was glad to be short of her but it still didn't change the fact that the world would need time to heal and the only way this would happen fully would be through balance. "The moon is only bright when surrounded by darkness." Arah speaks quietly to Wynter, eyes burning with tears of rage. Her eyes flicker from god to god, watching and waiting. "Someone good must because the balance."

Her ears burn with the scream. The scream that mothers and fathers wake up in a cold sweat thinking about. The scream that is so heart wrenching, soul shattering and life ruining that no one wants to think about it. No one believes that it will happen to them.
The scream of a parent loosing their child.
Staring at the dark mare, Arah does not try to hide her tears of pain. They glisten brightly on her cheeks, dripping off her face. Fuck the pretence of being okay, of not caring.
None of this is okay. Banishing her did not put lives back where they belonged! Letting her walk away unscathed did not fix the now shattered lives. The shattered lives that were caused because she wanted to prove a point. More cries now, they call for blood, revenge, hate and murder. It becomes too much for the silver princess.

Shutting her ears she begins to take deep breaths attempting to calm to fluttering heart. A sob of frustration and pain leaves her. Finally her eyes flicker open and they settle on where her form had retreated. Revenge. They all wanted her blood.

Create loud silences, make the world believe in you.