Far along the vast barren desert wastelands of Antiga Prime...
I was the one left...left in these forsaken parts of this crushed world.
If only I had such ability, such psionic power, I can obliterate the Psi Emitters.
But none was chosen.
A fate locked upon the sands.
They were foolish. Until they realized everything upon reaching their deathbeds.
Such exquisite demeanor..
Such oppressive agitation..
I couldn't bear to save them.
Before in my eyes, was a revelation of their provocative "prophecy".
Until such time, I had to escape, on my own free will.
And here I am, the result of their feverish ambitions drawn to annihilated perfection.
Such was the cost..the price of fury!
And here I was, a ghost unprepared to embrace universal judgement - if nature does allow such.
And no one can look upon me.
Until I see the evidence of his wretched corpse; or bones. In this charred shell.
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Chance Of A Ghost
Short StoryNOTE: Almost all of the story elements are owned by Blizzard Entertainment, the plot and the characters PRESENT are hence the author's property. Synopsis: A fallen ghost dwells on her past repercussions as she finds a way to escape Antiga, an oblite...
