Unsatisfactory Vengeance

Ayaana was staring at the skeleton on it's knees before her.

Sunlight shone down atop it's bleached bones.

The grass and shrubbery it kneeled on seemed to have a mind of it's own as it wrapped along it's body.

The vines and branches penetrated the bone's integrity and fed on any left over nutrients left behind.

As more and more of the grassy vines covered the skeleton, it became irreparably brittle. So much so that a single gust of wind was enough to break down the bones into sand.

The winds carried them away deeper into the forest where they would all too soon be forgotten.

And as it was carried away, the empty white scene of nothingness returned around them. Asherah and the rest of their generals and family stood behind her quietly.

Ayaana's brow twitched as the gem on her forehead shone once again.

A wave overrode the blank white page.