The Star closed her eyes, the memories of her tribe—the gruelling fate they had to endure in order for one to survive, and that one had nothing to offer. She was now ready to join the abyss, but fate could change the laws of reality, especially for someone who had done nothing but kill and eat, her hunger like that of the tribe men.
The Star could feel as though time was stopped as monsters such as this one wasted no time in eating their meal.
Opening her eyes and seeing what was before her, it was as though the ancestors that answered the prayers existed, and she was the first in history to ever witness the miracle that was said to be true. But this miracle was hard to believe, as before her was no god or being with power that exceeded the gods, for it was just a man who seemed to have only been born with the prowess of a thousand men.
His arms were huge, his muscles clenched as they forced the mouth of the great beast open—he grunted, his chisled form leaving the Star astonished but aroused by his great strength, every woman's goal in the tribe was to recieve the seed of great men, though she never believed that she would find a great man she was sure that she would be a great woman but they were greater forces she could not fight against.
The Star's eyes were wide open, her mouth slightly parted, "A great man," she whispered, her body shaking as she could only feel nothing but pleasure from the strength of this man.
Taken aback by Star's lack of consciousness, the man could only glance back, his skin as dark as the mud, his head covered with dirt hair and beard hardened like broomsticks, "Fall back, woman," he warned, pushing the Star back with the force of his feet. The woman was left, falling into a deep abyss, unaware of whether there was anything that could hold her from falling further. Maybe the man had wings that could enable him to soar across the sky, but miracles such as the things in her thoughts never existed, and even the Star never believed so.
She thought her end was inevitable, if she could at least join the ancestors whom she never believed in, it could be something spectacular, but her mother had always said, "Those who do not acknowledge the existence of the upper-beings, shall not crossover and would be sent to the abyss where darkness and death roamed," each word that she spoke were engraved in Star's mind, her thoughts swirled as though it were the broth that the female elders stirred and served to the villagers.
Star's eyes were shut, the wind blowing at her hair, and now that she was inches above death, she could only die with regret. In that very moment that spelt the end of a great warrior, a cold feeling struck her nerves, and she felt as though she levitated, but it was not of air, but of water. The end of the cliff wasn't solid ground, filled with rocks that could break her bones, but water that kept her from physical harm, but the force could take down villages and kingdoms.
With a triumphant push, she leapt, threading across the water, her arms and feet waving back and forth, giving her a new purpose—to survive. Just as she seemed everything had been lost, even coming across a cold fog that pierced the pores of her skin, she could finally touch land, crawling through soil and grass. Star coughed loudly, her throat burning as the aftermath of shallow waters' wrath.
The fog before her didn't seem to clear, and Star had to find a path that could lead her to where she could see. The crawling and the pain in her lungs were unbearable, she remembered her father always thought her the way of the sea and how she could harness and control the currents of shallow water, if it should turn against her, but this pain was far too much that her intuition screamed, "THIS IS NOT SEA, BUT FLAMES!"
After one more subtle step, her hands and knees moving, the path had shown itself to her. It was bright, sunny, the scent of fresh fruits and the sight of proper vegetation that could last a tribe through harsh outcomes, not only were the atmosphere peaceful but the prehistoric beasts that roamed ate of only grass, thier necks as long as trees as they fed on the leaves of trees, their peaceful wails giving her a sense of reasoning.
But all this, the peaceful world before her, the prehistoric creatures that dare not harm humanity and the infinite supply of vegatables and fruits were all a figment of dying imagination, the fog causing an effect that could twist the minds of men and the toll it took on Star was great as she laid, passed out, her body stained with mud as she had crawled for ages.
Emerging from the fog, his body covered with the blood of the beast, the severed head in his arms as he used it to bathe was the warrior whom Star had admired, his breath as steady as the calm sea, almost as though he had never fought a great battle. The great man scowled as he gazed upon the woman, though he admired her as well, his body shaken by her appearance that drew him every second he had gotten closer to her, his manhood would've risen if warriors like himself achieved no control over their lust.
But something about this woman had left him questioning—what had happened to her clothing. In this world, where different tribes had existed, they had no choice but to co-existed, since the sin of men had reached its limit, the ones who supported the acts of the sinners stayed with the sinners, and the ones who were good stayed together, but in every heart of a man, evil must always exist. Though, these were facts, this world never took these things as it was so and thought that if they had joined one, they must be it to the fullest.
The tribes that existed on the side which they thought was good, stripped themselves of the clothing and the knowledge that garments to cover themselves were right. The evil was gifted with knowledge, but of course, there were the odds. The Star never believed it to begin with, but her idea of clothes was finite, and from the way this strange man had saved her from death, which no opposition would do, he believed not as well.
Raising this woman from the earth that was covered with mud and slumping her body over his shoulder, the fog doing nothing to him, he faced the real world which the vulnerable minds of men could not see—the shrubs, beautiful vegetation and abundance of feeding were all replaced with the reality: The dinosaurs ate flesh, the fruits were being rationed and prehistoric beasts had to fight amongst themselves to achieve these things.
The strange man sighed, "The world is as peaceful as it should be," he said. With a single step, the journey into this dark world had begun. The dangers that lurked in the shadows awaited him and this Star, ready to sink its jaws into their flesh and draw out their blood. But this man was ready for what came; he resided in such a place, a place he would call home, a sanctum as he called it.
As for Star, she was lost, her dreams twisted as the real world came into play, the dangers behind it, and she could do nothing about it, only lie and watch as the world in her mind tore down. She gazed upon her village, destroyed by the monster that sought to take her life as well, and that event had replayed itself in the deepest parts of her mind.