Aria had moved down from the city to a village up in the mountain. She lived farther up in the mountains. She had exactly 5 chickens and they were all named henra. She couldn’t tell them apart sadly.

it had been exactly a year sense she moved here and it was now at the start of winter and she had heard around the town about a goddess and how the festival was coming up and she had no idea what that was but she hated talking to people so she pushed it to the back of her mind. It was a cold dark morning and the fog was heavy in the mountain this morning. The wind made aria shiver as she stepped outside of her cottage to feed her chickens.. she was tired sense she hasn’t been able to sleep for days now.

as she was feeding her chickens they suddenly scattered from the seeds then she heard a soft growl from behind her. She quickly turned around and was face to face with what looked like a huge pure black badger with a skull for a head. This must be that goddess. Strangely enough she didn’t feel scared.. she didn’t feel scared at all staring into the black voids of its eyes. She spoke up her voice trembling from the cold. “…you.. you are.. your.. the goddess-“