Long ago people believed one of the world's islands held a goddess, her body being turned into the greenery of the island while she slept peacefully.

They say she wakes up once a month to bless the word and keep it from falling into chaos before returning to her hibernation.

Decades went by, less and less people heard the stories of the goddess, the goddess slowly being forgotten and turning into nothing but a myth.

Ellie loved the stories, the thought of finding the goddess filling her mind ever since she was young.

Once she became an adult, she set out to find the goddess and prove the stories were true.

She traveled across all seven oceans to find the goddess’s island and when she finally found one that seemed promising, she docked her boat and entered the island.

Vines dangled from the thick bush of trees and the sound of exotic animals filled her ears as she made her way through the island.

Moving vines out of the way, she came face to face with a lake surrounded by a curve of mossy walls.

Sunlight glistened on the water and made the clear water look even more beautiful than it already was.

Ellie crouches down and dips her hand in the water, the sun making the water warm.

Ripples dance in the water which doesn’t alarm her until she realizes that the ground is shaking like an earthquake.

She quickly stands up and takes a step back, watching the mossy walls surrounding the lake crumble in front of her.

Covering her head and squeezing her eyes shut, she braces herself to be crushed by the rocks.

The sun seemed to get blocked by something as the sound of the walls crumbling fades down and Ellie opens her eyes.

She looked up and it took her a moment for her eyes to adjust to the huge hand covering the space above her head, protecting her from the falling rocks.