After magical fight between gods, and one fleeing, thenother notices a soul in the midst of magic, trying to call out to it, to learn about it.




I… what is happening? I see a naga on one side, a demon on the other. I look at myself, unable to see anything but magic floating around me, lingering. The demon runs away, choosing a valid strategy. “Damn it Vexx! Get back here!” The naga yells, slithering a short distance before turning around to look my way. “Is that… a soul?!” The naga says, surprised, looking at me. Is… that what I am, just a soul?
“I can’t do much until the magic disappears, Little soul, if you can hear me, then glow brighter!” How do I glow in the first place, let alone think? “Why… am I… here?” I manage to form a complete sentence. “You… spoke! What are you doing here?” The naga asks. “I… don’t know.” I answer. “What’s the last thing you remember?” He shouts, asking. “You and… Vexx were fighting. Both of you released a spell, they collided and poof, here I am.” I respond the magic surrounding me. The magic coming closer, forming… a body. My vision goes pitch black as I feel something happening to me. My… talons touch the ground. Breasts perk up, feathers cover my… body? Do I… have a body now? My vision returns, as I look at me, the cyan hue of my feathers, the sharp talons, the distinguished beak, all of it is… me. “Wow… you look, amazing.” The naga says smacking his forehead. “Oh, I’m such a airhead, apologizes but I am, Vissst, sole guardian of the world, pleasure to make your acquaintance.” He says, holding on to my wing. “Milady, please accept my most humble apologies. “But… how are you here? Mortals cant breath past this… stuff…… unless, you aren’t mortal!” he exclaims!