ExodusHero

She stepped across the first threshold and stood affront a new gate, its edges jagged and polished as alabaster. Behind it were the towering bodies of great redwoods charred black from fire but still standing tall and proud beneath a blackened sky they envied to reach. She felt a sting from behind her and she turned slowly. There upon a branch stood an immolated hawk. Its eyes were like searing embers and its beak shimmering as obsidian in the light of the moon. Its feather fell slowly to the ground and picked smoked atop the dead grasses of the winter. "Go!" Its voice was that of thunder and so to a streak of white light pierced the ground