Purification in Progress by RustyGearz, literature
Literature
Purification in Progress
Rusty sat at the cliffside, staring off into the distance. She let out a sigh as she looked over her silver medal, granted to her for placing second at the Pageant. She put the medal down on the grass and continued to look off into the distance; watching the birds fly by, the trees sway with the wind, and the ominous vortex in the sky -- Wait what?
Rusty jolted up as she saw the swirling hole in the sky, bolts of lightning traveling between its dark clouds. She let out a gasp as she started to back away; however, she heard light footsteps behind her. She readied her Macabre blade as a figure emerged from the shadows of the forest.