Minotaurs inside a maze

This is probably a bad idea. You're doing it, anyway. Back to the place you first arrived: the trees thick and the lights blinking suspiciously up at you. Up, yes, because you arrive airborne. The only kind thing the Rift ever did: give you your wings. But on top of everything else, the gift is hollow. The Rift also took your grandmother, your home, your family... It ripped all of you apart and here reassembly is impossible. Here, you are all uglier, more fractured than you were before. And the gods are dead. You can't stop thinking about that. You think on it as you fly, every down stroke like the pulse of some second heart. Gone, gone, gone. That fucking Kaos should be around here somewhere but you haven't found him yet and you can only hope he died in ripping apart your homeland or else that someone else killed him before you could — though the thought annoys you. You are looking for him — always. But also for others. You don't know why, exactly, but doing nothing and babysitting Savera are both unfulfilling full-time occupations. They fail to calm the storms inside of you. Fail to distract you full from how much you hate. this place. So, you're back in the Portal. You don't expect to find much, and your shoulders are beginning to ache. But your ears prick to a voice somewhere down below. An angry voice, which is a good thing so far as you're concerned. Maybe someone else who wants to kick the everloving shit out of this hellhole. Maybe an ally. You spiral down rather clumsily, never as graceful in the sky as you are on the ground, and the branches claw and scrape your sides as you descend. You don't care. You hit the ground harder than expected, breathe out a surprised whuff of air, and turn in the direction of the sound. “HEY!” That should catch their attention. countdown to selfdestruct

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