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Tellus Mater had not felt this particular type of agony in a long, long time. No, she had indeed not. She was privileged, she admits that, to not need to experience such pain consistently. Alas, perhaps it was destined to happen either way.
At least, that’s what she told herself, as a pain split across her head in a familiar manner, dropping to her knees. That’s what she told herself, as her breaths pierced through her chest, short, shallow, and the scent of blood filled her nose. That’s what she told herself as the cries of her poor, poor, sweet, innocent children, rang throughout her head.
That’s what she told herself, as she felt hands on her back, her shoulders, and her arms. The touch burned. It seared her skin. Left her trembling, and she vaguely registered someone her, it was her, screaming.
No, The Tellus Mater had not felt the pain of a mass extinction for a long time.
. . .
“… Will she be okay, Ares..?” Selene whispered, looking behind her shoulder to view The Tellus Mater. The lady in question had been asleep for a while now, or more accurately passed out, but for Selenes peace of mind she’d say the younger is asleep. “Well, Selene, We can hope she is.” Ares hummed from his seat next to Selene. Selene stared at the older celestial.
She cast her gaze to the floor. Or, the bottomless abyss of far stars that sprinkled the dark matter spread underneath the solar system. Hope, she thought, is truly a dreadful word.