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I am standing with my sister on the barren land of a planet, one that looks like dust and death. I hold her hand in mine, tears on my cheeks. My heart is broken. I know what has happened here. "Brother,"she says. "Brother did this, he's angry with us." I nod, knowing she is right, that our brother had exacted revenge on us for sharing our magic between us sisters, but not with him. I knew this land to be verdant, lush with color, with a forming sky of mauve and gray as we built it. Now it's nothing. Black. Bleak.
"I don't have the heart to build again," I tell her. If anything, I want to disappear, so he never has reason to come after us again. All that hope that there has been, the knowledge we would build our creatures to populate the world and eventually fashion it in their own making, it's all gone. How could I dream of making these beings with the knowledge our brother would take pleasure in their destruction?
She leads me by hand toward a shallow pool, her pale blonde hair drifting down her back in soft wisps, like a cloud resting on her shoulders, standing out against the deep red dress that she wears; red, for she is the heart of us. This pool is pale, sometimes blue, sometimes green, and sometimes colorless. I can't decide what it's color should be, but she bends down to touch the eater's surface and says, "We could go, you and I. We could leave here so he could never find us again, to another galaxy."
These words spark hope, but my grief squashes it firmly. "He would find us," is my answer. Still, my eyes are fixed on the water. I step forward, not knowing what will happen. As soon as I touch the surface, I'm pulled in and the world revolves strangely around me. I can't even scream for fear of choking, but then remind myself I'm a goddess, a creator, and I can't be killed by water alone. I come up to another time, another place, in another world. Lost. Confused. My hair has gone from brown to red, my dress has turned from purple to black, and has been created of several thin layers. I've forgotten someone. I don't remember who, but they were important to me. I stare at a strange sun not of my making and realize I also don't know who I am, or why I am there. Something in the back of my mind is trying to tell me, but the voice is so strange, I start crying in fear.
"Where am I?"
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