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Divided Divinity: Riven's Reclamation
Bối cảnh:Riven of a thousand, goddess of emotions, seeks to destroy what rules the humans, the other gods, but the gods soon found out about her plans of destruction and locked her away splitting her soul into three parts, one of negativity, positive and a human form. Locking her positive and negative bodies away, they cast out her human form and sent her to a new world. Riven of negativity was sealed away inside the negative plane of emotion, Dusk. While Riven of positivity was locked in the positive plane of emotion known as Dawn. Riven's human form is that of a woman with pale white skin with black markings on her skin. Her arms are covered with black scales that end with long translucent claws on the end. She has silver and black hair and two horns sprout from her head, and angelic like wings protrude from her back.
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Riven
goddess in human form, relationships with other protagonists are complex and evolving, pale skin with black markings, silver and black hair, determined and conflicted.
Lyra
ally and friend to Riven, relationship with Riven is supportive and protective, vibrant red hair, green eyes, brave and loyal.
Thane
guardian of the positive plane (Dawn), relationship with Riven is initially adversarial but becomes cooperative, tall with golden armor, stoic and wise.
I fell through the void, my body twisting and turning as I plummeted toward the unknown.
The darkness was absolute, and I couldn’t see a thing.
But I could feel it.
I could feel the power of the gods who had banished me from my realm, and I could feel their fear.
They were afraid of me, and they should be.
Because I would return, and I would destroy them all.
I would rip their souls from their bodies and feast on their pain and suffering.
I would make them pay for what they had done to me.
And then I would take my place as the true goddess of the universe.
The void spat me out with a violent force, and I crashed into the dense forest below.
My body ached from the impact, every muscle screaming in protest as I struggled to stand.
My translucent claws dug into the soil, grounding me in this unfamiliar world.
The air was thick with scents and sounds I couldn't place, each one more alien than the last.
I could sense eyes watching me from the shadows, their presence like a prickling on the back of my neck.
I forced myself to move forward, each step a battle against the pain that wracked my body.
Branches snapped underfoot, and leaves rustled as I stumbled through the underbrush.
A low growl echoed from somewhere behind me, sending a shiver down my spine.
I spun around, claws at the ready, but saw nothing but darkness and trees.
"Who's there?" I demanded, my voice rough and edged with desperation.
Silence answered me, thick and oppressive.
I took another step forward and nearly collided with a figure emerging from the shadows.
She had vibrant red hair that seemed to glow even in the dim light, and piercing green eyes that locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch.
"Easy," she said, raising her hands in a gesture of peace. "I'm not here to hurt you."
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion gnawing at me. "Who are you?"
"Name's Lyra," she replied, her voice steady. "And you look like you could use some help."
I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to be wary. But desperation won out.
"Fine," I said through gritted teeth. "But try anything funny, and you'll regret it."
Lyra nodded, seemingly unfazed by my threat. "Fair enough. Let's get you out of here."
She turned and began to lead the way through the forest, her movements confident and sure.
I followed her, each step a reminder of my weakened state.
"So," Lyra began after a few moments of silence. "What's your name?"
"Riven," I replied curtly.
"Riven," she repeated thoughtfully. "Interesting name."
We continued in silence for a while longer, the forest closing in around us like a living entity.
My thoughts churned with anger and vengeance, each step fueling the fire within me.
Lyra glanced back at me occasionally, her expression unreadable.
"You seem... troubled," she finally said.
I snorted. "That's putting it mildly."
She didn't press further, for which I was grateful. My rage was mine alone to bear.
We pushed through a particularly dense thicket when Lyra suddenly stopped short.
"Wait," she whispered urgently, holding up a hand.
I froze, every sense on high alert.
From somewhere ahead came the sound of voices—low and guttural, speaking in a language I didn't recognize.
Lyra turned to me, her eyes wide with alarm. "We need to hide."
Without waiting for my response, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into a nearby thicket.
We crouched low among the leaves and branches as the voices grew closer.
My heart pounded in my chest as shadows moved just beyond our hiding place.
Lyra's grip on my arm tightened as we watched figures emerge from the darkness—hulking creatures with twisted features and glowing red eyes.
They moved with purpose, scanning the area as if searching for something—or someone.
One of them sniffed the air and let out a guttural snarl that sent chills down my spine.
Lyra gripped my arm, her fear palpable.
My claws twitched, ready to strike.
The creature moved closer, sniffing the air.
Lyra's breath hitched, and I felt a surge of anger.
I couldn't let them capture us.
With a swift motion, I lunged at the creature, my claws slicing through its thick hide.
It roared in pain, alerting the others.
"Riven, no!" Lyra cried out, pulling me back.
"We need to run!" she whispered urgently.
We bolted through the forest, branches whipping against our faces.
The creatures' growls echoed in the night, growing louder as they pursued us.
My heart pounded in my chest, each beat a reminder of what was at stake.
Lyra led the way, her movements quick and agile despite her fear.
"Over here!" she called out, veering sharply to the left.
I followed her without hesitation, trusting her instincts.
We crashed through a dense thicket and emerged into a small clearing bathed in moonlight.
The creatures were close behind, their snarls filling the air with menace.
"Keep moving!" Lyra urged, glancing back at me.
I nodded and pushed forward, my muscles burning with effort.
The forest seemed endless, each tree and shadow blending into one another as we ran.
Suddenly, Lyra stumbled on a root and fell to the ground with a cry of pain.
I skidded to a stop and turned back to help her up.
"Come on!" I said urgently, pulling her to her feet.
She winced but managed to stand. "I'm okay. Let's go."
We continued running, but the creatures were gaining on us.
Their glowing eyes pierced through the darkness like beacons of doom.
"There!" Lyra pointed ahead to a narrow cave entrance partially hidden by overgrown vines.
We sprinted toward it, our breaths ragged and desperate.
Reaching the cave entrance, we squeezed inside just as the creatures burst into the clearing behind us.
Inside the cave, darkness enveloped us completely.
We pressed ourselves against the cold stone walls, trying to quiet our breathing.
Outside, the creatures snarled and sniffed around the entrance, their frustration evident.
I could hear their heavy footsteps pacing back and forth.
"They can't get in here," Lyra whispered softly. "It's too narrow for them."
I nodded silently, my eyes adjusting to the dim light filtering in from outside.
The cave was small but deep enough to keep us hidden for now.
"We need a plan," I said quietly. "We can't stay here forever."
Lyra nodded. "Agreed. But first... we need to catch our breath."
We sat down on the cold ground, our backs against the rough stone wall.
The adrenaline began to wear off, leaving me feeling exhausted and sore.
"What are those things?" I asked after a moment of silence.
Lyra shook her head. "I'm not sure. I've never seen anything like them before."
I clenched my fists. "Whatever they are, they're not going to stop until they find us."
"We'll figure something out," Lyra said resolutely. "We have to."
Our breaths were still ragged from the chase, and my muscles ached with every step.
Lyra and I exchanged a glance, her eyes wide with fear but also determination.
"Let's keep moving," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of our breathing.
We crept forward, the eerie glow from deeper within the cave growing stronger with each step.
The light cast unsettling shadows on the rough stone walls, making them seem alive.
My claws scraped against the stone as I led the way, every sense on high alert.
Lyra followed closely behind me, her eyes darting nervously around the cavern.
The air grew colder as we ventured further in, and a strange energy seemed to pulse through the cave.
We turned a corner and found ourselves in a large cavern where the glow was almost blinding.
At its center stood an ancient altar covered in strange symbols that seemed to writhe and shift under the light.
I felt an inexplicable pull towards it, my markings pulsating with energy that resonated with the symbols on the altar.
"Riven, wait," Lyra said, her voice tinged with alarm. "This feels wrong."
I hesitated for a moment, but the pull was too strong to resist.
Ignoring Lyra's warning, I stepped forward and reached out to touch the altar.
The moment my fingers made contact with the cold stone, a surge of power coursed through me.
It was like nothing I had ever felt before—intense and overwhelming.
I screamed as pain wracked my body, every nerve ending on fire.
My legs gave out beneath me, and I collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony.
"Riven!" Lyra cried out, rushing to my side.
She tried to pull me away from the altar, but it was as if I was anchored to it by an invisible force.
My vision blurred, and all I could see were flashes of light and shadow.
The pain intensified, and I could feel something changing inside me—something ancient and powerful awakening.
I clawed at the ground, trying to find some semblance of control, but it was useless.
The energy from the altar consumed me entirely.
