Evellyn Godrick---All Things Fall

The greatest heartaches in Evellyn's life had occurred with her parents. Certainly, the consternation between the two parties was real and painful. But Evellyn had been raised by generally good people, in a safe neighborhood, had been given a good education, and had every material need met. Her parents could have been better in the support department, but they weren't evil. Evellyn had never encountered evil.

She didn't understand people like Hernando, who lived on the edge of the law, murdering for profit. She didn't understand Kirsi and Zorah, who held desperate secrets close to their hearts as they tried to forge some small bit of good in the world. She didn't understand the pervasive injustice faced each day by Silvus aka The Hood. She didn't understand Death's fascination with...death.

She had been strong, but sheltered. Now her city, the city she sang for, the city she dreamed about fighting for  in some heroic tale, had been revealed to her in all its shades of red: fire and blood.

In Mind Space, in that gossamer boundary between consciousness, she had confronted pain, evil, and heartache. She saw things as they really were.

She had always wanted to be the bard that not only sang about epics, but was in an epic. She was living the  tale, but she couldn't dare sing about it. Not while there was so much darkness surging in and around the city.

Sometimes, she wondered what would happen if she told everything. If it was all exposed, like a curtain being drawn back? If she wove a song of woe and truth for her listeners?

She would have to have proof that no one could doubt. And she would die for it. ,

She would go down in a blaze of glory. When the time came she would sing the truth to others. She would confront the fire that raged in the depths of the city.

Was she ready? 

She placed her flute in her spiked hands, her mouth to the tone hole.

Ready.