A soft noise escaped her throat, her half-opened eyes demanded to be shut after being met with harsh sunlight. She opened her mouth—slowly and steady but promptly shut it when drowsiness consumed her. She accepted that, and soon she fell into another peaceful slumber, like always.

She hadn't realized she came into this unknown world after that incident with that... thing. In a vague setting, she remembered the loud blaring sirens and screeches that haunted her dreams every now and then.

Visions of that day would flood her mind. A nightmare would form, the monster that haunted her dreams would watch her all-knowingly. It's glowing crimson eyes watching her every move made her shudder every time. The hot flames would swallow her whole and then—

It repeats. Again and again.

It felt as if she had been sleeping for all eternity.

She might've laughed it off, an exaggeration it may be with the whole 'sleeping in an eternal slumber' thing.

But she didn't. It wasn't a joke. This was reality.

She refused to believe it was all real, but she felt it. She felt it all—the pain, the metallic taste of iron... burning to death.

She wished the afterlife would be at her mercy but judging by how it's treating her, she just wanted to give up hope.

And maybe—just maybe, when she does just that she can have a peaceful afterlife. No interruptions. Just herself and only herself.

However, that wish can probably go down the drain. Very faintly, she could feel gentle prodding and uncomfortable touches. She tried to get out, to push those hands away from her, but she was paralyzed.

Long ago she had learned there was no avail to her freedom from her slumber, no escape from the gilded cage that she was confined in.

(... It wasn't really that bad ...)

But that wasn't the only thing she should be worrying about.

After all, this is the world of Remnant.

(And the little Goddess had no idea)

There was once a child created by the two Gods of Light and Dark, created by the two halves of their power and made into an entity.

The child was born in a paralyzed state. It was quiet, blind, deaf, and immobile. It slept on in its flowerbed, many praying it would one day awake.

The child was quite special. Even asleep for how many years, hidden away. Those that took care of the child held this being as a prized possession of sorts. Those that touched the child would be cured and healed of whatever ailment they suffered from.

Healing breathing in the lungs, mending a broken heart, relieving one's stress, restoring a missing limb or even giving one the courage they need.

However, these... gifts didn't last long. For a couple of years, the people knew that touching the child would cure them. Heal them of anything that ails them to suffering.

These people that touched it later died, a few days after. Despite this, the people continued swarming their prized possession.

For when one seeks the help of the young sister deity and they pass onto the underworld, their magic is absorbed by the child. Powering them to be awakened.

And Judgement Day will be set.

(Edited: 12/15/18)