She took one step.

She knew what she had to do.

She slowly looked up at the sky as the setting sunlight fell down her face.

Flying down the path, her bloody scrapes did not matter.

She could not feel her legs, but who could when they were running so fiercly.

All others aside.

Nothing else was of significance.

The entirety of the human race pushed arduously against her.

Heroine of everything she stood for.

She boldy spread the Word far and wide.

Does the War Begin?

Or Is This The End of Everything.