Myth Awakened

Vimala

I was once a courtesan for kings… until a rival sent an attacker in the middle of the night. One moment. One coward with a blade.

I lost everything.

My beauty no longer sustains me, but I refuse to simply fade away. And yet it is hard to maintain hope after so much loss.

Will this otherworldly avatar of Vishnu be my salvation?

Jentoll

I’ve given more than enough to my people. To my failing empire. I gave an eye. My tail. Pieces of my sanity… far too much precious time.

And now it’s crumbling to dust. Falling to a far different sort of rallying cry. 

One for peace.

Let the next generation bear that task. This is my chance to flee. To find a new home.