“I feel like something is missing,” murmured Solus.
Diase looked up from her book, “What's missing?”
“I- I don't know. The town is so quiet… I haven't seen anyone walk by all day. We live in the central, it should be busy and lively!”
“I don't know about that,” Diase gazed outside, catching sight of eyes that stared back, unblinking, “The place looks fine to me.”
“Nothing is fine!” Solus pointed to the world outside their small home, “The streets are empty! The homes are lifeless! Even the once vibrant sky seems-”
“Maybe you should go to sleep.”
Solus's arm fell limp, his once determined gaze drowned underneath layers of fog, “You're right… maybe I should go to sleep.”
Diase watched as the man rose slowly, going up the stairs in a daze. She could finally breathe once the faint sound of a door closing reached her ears. He didn't need to figure out the truth… not yet. They had all the time in the world.
“Poor hero,” Diase traced a hand against the edge of the window, gazing into the darkness that surrounded her, “It wasn't supposed to end this way.”
The legends always spoke about how a child of the goddess would defeat the queen of death. He was destined to come and slay the queen, freeing the world from darkness and bringing hope back to those who prayed. It was suppose to happen. It didn't. The hero wasn't supposed to die, the goddess wasn't supposed to fall. The queen of death wasn't supposed to bring the world to ruin.
“Another day, another illusion,” Diase stood up, walking to the front door, “If the hero can break free of my curse, the goddess may finally return. Until then…”
She opened the door, gazing at the destruction and chaos that ruled the world below her. The people the goddess wanted to protect will have to suffer for a little longer. Their hero can't save them till he woke up from his everlasting dream.
“Now… what illusion shall I give him tomorrow?”