Wandering Journals of the Dharma-Ending Age

Collier woke up one morning to find the world had gone mad.

The castle had collapsed, her people were gone, and the entire old world had been blown to pieces.

Collier was bewildered. Could things get any worse?

Apparently, they could.

Did losing half her soul count?

Did having that missing half scattered all over the world, forcing her to travel over mountains and rivers to gather it and put the pieces back together, count?

And so the witch set out on her journey.

She passed through empty, desolate towers, volcanoes burning fiercely, wastelands echoing with all-night wailing, lighthouses whose flames refused to die, and ice fields where night lasted forever...

She brought every unfinished story to its conclusion and offered prayers of rest to souls unable to move on.

Those sealed epics were destined to remain unknown.

Collier was the only one to witness their endings,

and the final glory at the end of the Age of the Gods.

[This story was previously titled "The Descent"]

[Western fantasy, adventure, no romance, an unconventional road story]

[Inspired by traditional Wiccan ritual practices, with many original elements]

[Daily updates. Missed updates will be made up.]

Theme: Fate bows before me