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Closing your eyes, you reach out with your mind. Flipping through universes like the pages of a book, you land on one where you feel a familiar pull.

"Noë," you say to her, soul to soul.

There's no answer. You try again, and you can feel her panic.

She's not safe. Your first instinct is to go to her, but that could endanger her further. If only you could see clearer.

#OfGhostsAndGods #TextAdventure
#ChooseYourOwnAdventure

The multiverse tips on its axis and you, with it. Your consciousness is ripped from Persephone with no ceremony whatsoever. For a moment, it's like Russian Roulette, but with the self.

"One, two..."

Who are you?

"We're coming for you!"

Are you Mellinoë?

"Three, four..."

Persephone?

"Through the magic door!"

The Player? No.

You are Makaria the Blessed.

No...now, you are Makaria the Mad. Mak the Eye; the Sighted. Mak the Risen.

(1/4)

You smile to yourself. And to the Player, of course. Not that they notice. Not that they even realize they’re a part of things yet.

It’s insidious, the multiverse. Once you’re connected to realms other than your own, you start to see things that weren’t there before. Worlds beyond. Things from behind the Veil.

(2/4)

Not that you, Mak, have ever had that problem. You have always known you were godsblood. You have always been a Daughter of Hades. You have always seen the things others cannot. Even things Hades is not privy to.

He isn’t the god he used to be. Nothing is as it was. Even you can see that it does the realms no good to have other gods hopping around within it. It’s not just your mother and sister, no; Chaos has been missing for ages.

(3/4)

Not just YOUR Chaos, either. Several of them. Without her to keep it in check, the Shadow was spreading.

You can see many paths ahead, but the way is tangled. Right now, you’re choosing to remain ambivalent until the correct one presents itself.

“What are you doing?” Zag asks from the hall.

The flickering of your candlelight illuminates his face in your doorway, casting dancing shadows on the wall behind him.

(4/4)

“Thinking,” you reply.

“I mean with that,” he points to the candle.

You raise an eyebrow. “I like it.”

He shrugs, as if to say, “Suit yourself.” Which you always do, anyway.

“Father wants to see you. He wants you to look again.”

Sighing, you hop lightly to your feet and follow him down the hall.

"Anything I should know before going in?" you ask.

Zag shakes his head but doesn't reply. You would frown, but then someone might think you're having an emotion. The walls had eyes, after all.

You turn to meet them. They stare as you pass. Just a reflex at this point for most of them, unfortunately. These were the souls of the Unforgiveable.

"Actually," Zag says, "Don't mention Mother. Father is in one of his moods."

You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. Both of you remain silent until you reach the outer chamber of your father's throne room.

"Good luck in there," he mumbles, and holds the door open for you. You nod to him and put a hand on his shoulder in thanks. It's a small gesture, but one that surprises him. You try to remember the last time you gave him a hug. It was probably before you died.

No matter. Father is waiting.

On second thought...nah.

You wink at Zag, say, "I think you'll be needing all the luck today," and run in the opposite direction.

The glee of doing something unexpected bubbles up inside of you and turns into laughter. Joy, even. You let out a sound of elation and snap your fingers. A portal opens; a way into one of the old temples, somewhere, somewhen.

You whisper, seemingly to the air, "You coming?"

You jump effortlessly through the doorway and slam it shut behind you.

The sunlight is disorienting for a moment, and you shield your eyes. The temple around you has long since crumbled, and nature has begun to reclaim its ground.

Outside, you can hear ocean waves and taste the salt in the air. This was Greece. Some version of it, anyway.

"Well," someone behind you says, voice smooth as honey, "YOU'RE new."

When you turn, there's another goddess behind you. You know, because you recognize this one. Or rather, one of their alternate reality counterparts. They all had the same, flaming red hair, though.

"Loki," you say.

She smiles. "Ah! You know me! Splendid. I, however, don't think I've ever had the pleasure."

You return her smile. It was rare to find a Loki who didn't introduce themselves by playing with your brain a bit first.

"Sorry, I've met so many of you before. I was sure you must know me. I am Tyche, Goddess of Fortune, at your service. Just on a bit of a holiday from my realm. How are things here?" you lie.

Loki smirks, and there's a glint in her eye. One that is giving you PTSD from your last encounter with one of them.

She says, "Perhaps you could be of assistance. We need all hands on, at the moment."

Internally, you wince. It wasn't a question.

Loki leans against one of the broken pillars and says, "There's something wrong with the Gates to Valhalla."

Their Valhalla is your Tartarus. It's just their universe's word for the afterlife. Your godsblood runs cold, because you know what's next.

"They won't open anymore. For any soul. So, the dead are just...everywhere. See for yourself."

You look out at the beach where she's pointing, and there are hundreds of ghosts.

"What's the plan?" you ask, still looking out at the lost souls. Most of them are wandering aimlessly, and it breaks your heart.

You still feel things. That's a good sign.

Some of the ghosts have noticed you, and now they're staring. Probably not a good sign.

"We've got to find the last dragon. Only she knows where the gnomes are hiding. They are great with portals. I bet they could crack it open, easy. Your luck could come in handy."

Tiebreaker vote.

"Not to alarm you or anything," you say, "But is it bad that some of the ghosts have noticed us?"

Loki shrugged. "Probably not. I mean, they can't really do anything to affect this realm. All they can do is talk at us."

Your brow furrows. You see some of the lost souls coming toward the ruins.

"Maybe they've seen things that could help," you suggest.

Loki grins. "See? You're helpful already! Let's go talk to some dead people."

"After you," you say, and your companion obliges, leading you out of the ruins.

"Ah," she remarks, "I recognize that one, over there. One of the Arcane I used to work with."

Surprisingly, the man she's walking towards looks familiar. You wince as memories not your own flash through your mind. Time and space and multiple realities, remixing and colliding. If the Great Magi is dead in this world...You shudder at the thought.

"Loki," you say as you walk beside her, "It can't be good that Merlin is dead. You do know who he is, right?"

"Of course I know," she laughed, "He was a good friend. He died saving his family, which I can't blame him for."

"But without him—" you start, but she cuts you off.

"I know. Dire consequences and all. I mean, we've already had those." Loki gestures to the mass of ghosts before you.

"Good point."

It's still troubling, though.

As you make your way through the throng of ghosts, they stare wordlessly. They know, instinctively, that you are connected to them. You feel their despair as your own, and it's bottomless.

Trying to climb out of it, you ask, "So, who is this dragon you mentioned? Are they really the last?"

Loki nods. "Her name is Caesura, and she's the last remaining Arygetlan from our Avalon."

Earths and Avalons were almost always connected.

"What destroyed them?" you ask.

"Who else? The Shadow. However, Caesura was able to defeat it here."

Your eyes widen. This was news. In other universes, nothing has been able to stop the darkness from devouring everything.

"Hope is a fool's errand," you hear your father say in the back of your mind.

But you are not your father.

There's a strange hum now, where his voice was a moment ago. Like something rooting around in your brain.

(1/2)

"What are you doing in my brainmeats?" you whisper. You wonder if they can hear you, or if they're reading these words like it's merely a story.

Loki is still walking ahead of you, but time has slowed.

Images of people and places you've never seen flash before your eyes; a cacophany of words accompanies it, and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on just one.

"What is this place?" you hear a familiar voice say.

(2/2)

It's your sister, Noë. Your heart lodges in your throat.

"We're somewhere in the midlands," an unfamiliar man-voice says.

So, that's where she escaped to.

"Thanks for the heads-up," you mutter.

"Lusus," Loki says, now that the world is back to normal speed, "My old pal."

"It has been an age," he replied, "But I don't think I've met your companion here."

You nod and say, "Tyche, Goddess of Fortune."

He smirks, "Sure you are."

You stare the old man down. Merlin, Lusus, Bramlinus, Merys...whatever he was going by these days.

"I know you," he says, and his eyes brighten, "Why are you hiding behind a false name when you're exactly who we need to help us?"

Loki turns to you and raises an eyebrow. "Don't trust me, eh?"

For a moment, your jaw just kind of hangs open, but no words will come.

Then the trickster goddess laughs and says, "I wouldn't, either."

Your words have returned. Annoying, but you'll play along.

"Fine, yes. I am Makaria, but you can call me Mak."

"No shit?" Loki says, "Daughter of Hades? Big fan!"

You nod and apologize for the deception. "I'm sort of...running away from home. Father wants me and Zag tracking down mother and our sister."

"But you don't want to do that?" the ghost of Merlin asks with a mischievous grin.

"No. What the Shadow has done has corrupted even the realms of the dead. Despite my own madness, Hades is far worse. I believe he, himself, is infected with the sickness," you say.

"So, all the realms, including the afterlives are in danger of this?" Loki gestures to the dead souls surrounding you on the beach.

You nod. "The Shadow is consuming everything, breaking down the thin walls between universes. I think it's why my mother ran."

"Well," Loki says, "If Hades has lost it, it must be his fault the gates are closed. All the more reason to find the last dragon."

"Caesura?" Merlin asks, "Ooh, she won't be wanting company."

The trickster goddess throws her hands up in the air. "We're such interesting guests. How could she refuse us?"

"She won't. Well, maybe at first a little. You must offer her something. Information."

"What do you think we should do?" you ask the Great Wizard.

"Tell her what you told me about the Shadow. That fiend raised her before they made her kill her own family. Caesura will want revenge, and if you offer it to her, she will help you," he replies.

What a heavy weight to carry on the soul. You wonder if the last dragon is even more damaged than you.

Merlin offers to show you and Loki the way, though it is a bit of a hike.

(1/2)

You nod, accepting his guidance. If he knows the way, it'll definitely help. The fact that he seemed to have been close to Caesura will also help. A Dracan in isolation was like a ticking time-bomb. Who knows what you'd face if you were to go alone? Her magic, after all, might be enough to slow you down, and you need to keep moving if you're to stay ahead of Hades.

Loki gestures dramatically and says, "Lead the way, old friend!"

(2/2)

Merlin takes you away from the beach and through a literal ghost town. Everything has been decimated and overrun with dark, oozing badness. This world would fall completely to Shadow soon. You shudder.

"And who are you," a voice whispers, "To shun the darkness?"

There's no one nearby except you and your companions. Even the ghosts keep their distance, peering out broken windows and from behind abandoned cars in fear as you pass.

(1/3)

"Wait," you call out to your companions ahead of you, "Something is speaking to me."

Loki turns and raises an eyebrow. "What kind of thing?"

You shake your head. "I don't know."

"You've always known me," the voice replied.

You spin on your heel, looking in all directions. "You seriously didn't hear that?"

Merlin frowns. "No, my dear, we didn't. What is it this voice wants from you?"

(2/3)

You throw your hands in the air and say, "Well? What do you want, you disembodied creep?"

A laugh sounds all around you and gets louder and louder until you have to cover your ears. But the sound is inside your head, so it doesn't help. You fall to your knees, and then the anger surges up from inside of you and your eyes burn like hellfire.

"Enough!" you yell, slamming a fist into the concrete.

(3/3)

The street shatters, and windows that haven't already broken explode outward from the buildings around you. The Earth shudders for a moment, then stills.

The voice is gone, but your companions are concerned.

"This sounds like the Shadow's work," he says.

Surprised, you ask, "But what would a Primordial want with me?"

Loki slings an arm around your shoulder and says, "It means he considers you a threat. Welcome to the game, hon!"

Tiebreaker vote.

(1/2)

You travel through broken cities and over violent seas. As you and Loki are gods and Merlin a ghost, you didn't need to stop for mortal things like food or rest.

Caesura had taken up residence inside the Great Library of Alexandria, of all places. You'd think a dragon would want to stay away from such flammable objects.

(2/2)

As you stand outside the building, you could swear the statues have turned to stare directly into your soul. If gods had souls, anyway.

You squeeze your eyes shut for a moment and breathe in the Mediterranean breeze. When you look again, they're just statues. Nothing more.

Loki remarks on how well the library has held together all this time.

You tell your companions that the statues moved and Merlin's brow furrows.

"It seems Caesura has stepped up her security measures," he says.

Loki crosses her arms over her chest. "I bet I can get past them fine," she says, "I'm a god, after all."

"As am I," you say.

Merlin suggests that since he's the only incorporeal one, he should try to enter first. Can't kill what's already dead...right? You shudder and try not to think about that.

Merlin is insistent, so you let him go first, no matter how uneasy you are about it. If he is killed, you'll have no one to facilitate a conversation with the last dragon.

As he gets closer to the front of the building, the statues move again and one of them says, "If you have it, it hasn’t happened.
If you don’t, it never will.
It's a dream within your heart,
Where the magic lingers still."

Loki claps and grins. "What fun! A riddle!"

"So," you say, "Is it an object, place, thing, or idea? Riddles could literally mean anything."

"Reminds me of a song I heard once," Merlin muttered, frowning.

"I mean," Loki said, "Isn't it obvious? You have to wish for something to happen before you can make it happen, right? And wishes are a type of magic. I did pretend to be a djinn for a while."

It did make sense. But what would happen if she were wrong?

Tiebreaker vote.

Loki clears her throat and says, "I believe the answer you're looking for is a wish."

The statues bow their heads, turn back to their previous positions, and say, "Enter here now, if you dare.
However, you best beware,
Of what you will face in there.
The Dracan King has been alone,
Since Shadow rent her blood and bone.
If you want to keep your lives,
We suggest; don't go inside."

Frowning, your friend turns. "What do you think, boss?"

(2/4)

In most other realities, the Royal Library of Alexandria burned. The Seat of the Muses. The Museum. It had housed half a million documents from many different nations. There was even a zoo there, amongst the lecture halls and shrines and gardens.

Now, though empty of people and animals, it seemed to have acquired much more books and scrolls than any of its counterparts.

(3/4)

Your eyes scan them, hungrily, wanting to devour the knowledge within. Alas, though, that isn't why you're here. You're here to speak to the last dragon.

And there she sits; on a throne of books in her humanoid form, looking down with silver eyes at the three of you as you make your way to her.

"Who are you," her voice booms throughout the stacks and shakes your bones, "And what do you want from me?"

(4/4)

Very direct. You like her already. But you must be careful what you say next. You know madness like the back of your hand, and the Dracan King has the look of it.