carl@fire

Lucia, once and perhaps no longer Goddess of Light, raised her head.

Time had no meaning in her home, the place which had become her prison.

Now she searched the endless, lightless plane that was her gaol.

She had once again sensed a presence.

Her essence may have waned, but she was certain that it would be restored if she could escape and return to the same world from which she drew her power.

Then she would find her vengeance.