When Myst saw the meteorite shower hurtling down upon her, she tried to run but the impact of falling debris knocked her to her back as her world spun.
All she had done to survive, and finally, it came down to this Far Realm Cosmic Horror. The stars have never looked so terrifying before, but she discovered the truth - that some stars... look back.
She coughed up blood with a deep rasp in her chest and closed her eyes, a sense of acceptance descending upon her at the inevitable doom that didn't seem to come as the asteroid quaked loudly beneath her.
When was the last time she prayed? Would it matter now? Did she live a good life? Is this overwhelming astronomical death supposed to be this painless? A bright golden light shone through her eyelids. Was she already dead?
Myst slowly opened her eyes, revealing a shining golden dome above her as meteorites impacted across it, threatening to shatter its radiance. Blurry vision obscured the platinum scaled draconic face haloed by black horns hovering above her as warm taloned hands gently worked underneath her and cradled the back of her head.
Balmy huffs of breath that felt like pure sunlight drifted down her neck as she was lifted into a massive muscled scaly body encased in platemail. For the first time in her life, she felt... safe... enveloped in the smell of pleasant summer rain as she nuzzled her face into the heat radiating underneath her savior's chin spikes when blackness finally claimed her mind.
A wry thought followed her into the darkness... Who knew that angels were really dragons...
That's the day that Mystarra escaped certain death, most likely due to the intervention of Bahamut.