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10-15-2014, 01:56 PM
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The God of the Spark does not arrive, indicating that he is needed elsewhere, busy. But, that does not mean that the desires and cries of the pair are unheard. He gives what he can, when he can, and the cave begins to grow darker, dark enough so that the only source of light comes from the glassy surface of the large mirror. In the glass, the same image plays over and over again, as if on a loop. From the sky above the island, a figure falls, silver and tragic. She tumbles through the sky, crashing to the ground with a sickening crunch, bones breaking on impact. Gashes and puncture wounds litter her body. A dark shadow, an empty space in the background stands over the body of a fallen pegasus. Her body is crumbled, blood pooling from her lips, and the shadows overtake her, consuming the body until all that is left is bone. |
