Thud of the Axe
The twitters came from the darkness. Around every corner, beneath every hall, they were. Like flocks of birds, they swooped, listening, and then they attacked.Bodies, those lying among the arena seating, vanished. Gods and goddesses disappeared as if they had never been. The sky blackened. The stars went out. All that remained was an eerie silence.Creation's voice wept in the shadows. Tears spilled upon the sandstone tiles, absorbed to be no more. Not a single living thing remained in the city of the gods. Creation cried out for a hero.Eris, in her wisdom, knew better than to return. The goddess of discord had a plan. And though her peers that remained may not have agreed, she knew of only one way to save her kind. A mortal from a tiny planet in an insignificant solar system of a small blue world. A gem among the stars.