~PRESENT~
“Is Jartre alright?” I frantically ask, my final memory of that dagger aiming for Jartre filling my mind.
Fretez gives me a compassionate look, “Depends on your definition of ‘alright’. The moment you died, your bond was broken and for any animai…that’s a pain worse than death, but for a God…I shudder to think.”
I look around at the expansive white around us, surprised by how warm and welcoming this vast nothing is. “Where are we?”
“This is the veil – a realm between the world of the living and the world of the dead. As Goddess of the Veil, this was always my domain; since my death, it is where I now reside. Welcoming and guiding souls as they cross over, waiting until the day you came along,” she says affectionately.
I scrub my hands down my face, “Why is all of this happen
