The Last Site

She danced, sweat falling from her pristine figure. Swirled, her clothes now stained and tattered. Breath was heavy. Her face was pale and red, from the exhaustion. The animals were haggard, eyes white and wide with fear. Fur dripping with sweat, and trembling. Leaves were slowly falling. Decaying, decomposing. Nothing seemed to work. And yet. Yet, this was the last spot. She could not fail. She must not fail. She danced onwards, body slowly becoming weaker, she had been dancing for a while. The first spot had been destroyed. The forest spoke to her, none had infiltrated except for the man with pretty eyes. And the other that had followed in. But they had left a while ago. The forest should not be dying. This was the one last thought. The fear carried her on. The last site could not be destroyed. If… she trembled at the thought, the forest shook a bit, mirroring her. She could not let it. Even if she must die. This beautiful world could not be destroyed. 

She thought of her childhood, growing up in an idyllic neighborhood in a country very different from this one: poor and downtrodden, yet her neighborhood was a bubble in that country. She had loved her country very much, it was not the same as this one. They were both beautiful. She was in love with both of them for different reasons. And the rainforest. It was such a beautiful world. She could not let it die. A single tear mixed in with the sweat and made its way to the ground, where it fell, the earth opened up, and a flower grew. 

Outside, the world shook. It was time.

Soon, the Three Celestials would be called to order. The Three Rooms would have served their purpose, the Time Room, the Clock Room, the Library. On the blue ball called earth, three old men would still have a part to play, as would the dice that they had rolled. The dice could not be stopped.

She kept dancing.

The forest sighed, and breathed in the power, rejuvenated. The dark forces waited outside. Shadows lined the forest walls, encircling the mighty trees, waiting. The moment would come. The shadow reared its many heads, looked at the sun, as if sniffing, waiting for the moment. This was not the moment. Clouds passed over the sun. The shadows on the ground became anxious, fidgeted. The clouds dived, a shadow, pointed straight at the center of the forest, and swooped in.

She kept dancing. 

The diving shadow swooped in and then out. It left with the forest’s protector. The shadows outside the forest attacked. It was pure now. There was no more protector. The Sacred Site could be destroyed.

The clearing was empty, the animals shivering even more so now. After what they had seen, and what they felt. The world was coming to an end. The last of the two sites had been destroyed. Nothing more stood between the world and the forces of darkness. They watched, still, forlorn, all hope given to the beasts, as the shadows tore open the forest, devoured it, the green fading into darkness.

The Last of the Great Sites had been Destroyed. The Last Battle was coming.