The being that stood before them was unlike any they had seen before. She was to their senses reminiscent of a daughter of hell, an offspring of the fallen. In her essence there was also a faint trace of the angelic and of the disease. But all three essences seemed more like an echo or memory. More of an imprint of something that had been than something that was. There was also a scent and feel of humanity to her that was rather strong. Lea’s senses were puzzled and they were intrigued.
“Hello.” Lea said. “I’m Lea. What are you?”
“Cora.” The being said. “I’m Cora.”
The children around them had paused in their usual tasks to observe this encounter. The children had build this city, a bastion against the disease and chaos that was devouring this world. There was power here and Lea had
