The Happening of Three — Danielle Dixon

Death would've been merciful…


I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was among a battle field…no…a field of the dead. I looked around, the sun rose in a blood red sky, and there was a fog covering the land…all the same I saw the state that death had left this place in. I dropped to my knees as an overwhelming and almost deafening feeling of guilt, anguish and haunted feelings of complete and utter shock at this catastrophe hit me. There was no mercy here, there was no battle....this....this was a slaughter!
As I looked down and began to cry, I saw blood on my hands and the thought that will haunt me for years hit me…did I do this?

No one living terror anyone could come up with was so evil as Raven. She'd done this before, but only to one galaxy, it's worse this time...far worse. Unimaginable numbers have been destroyed, tortured and murdered for no more reason then Raven's own amusement. What is to come from this slaughter? What is to happened to me because of all the damage and pain she caused? A better question is will she win, or will there be some kind of saving grace for existence?