The Fallen Goddess - A former Hero

In a dark, solemn castle with doused torches and shattered glass lights, a woman sits alone in silence on a broken throne. 

The woman's golden hair glows in the darkness, resisting the dark, yet her once beautiful eyes cast no light as they look at the stone monument in her hand. Her long, delicate fingers tap a single name illuminated with a red hue, only for a loud buzz to ring out each time she tried to summon their soul. 

[Soul has been destroyed - unable to revive]

Words in a dull, monotone voice, yet each time she pressed the name, her face distorted more and more.

She did not know why she tried again and again. Perhaps it was a stubborn desire to see him alive once again; perhaps she was still waiting for that one miracle to happen; perhaps this was the only thing keeping her sanity in check.