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12-21-2014, 09:58 PM
I have only just finished speaking when Seele's gaze sharpens, hardens; she stares wide-eyed at the shadows, hissing a warning. I am about to tell her that she is seeing things, that there is nothing out to get her - any jumble of words in a soft-spoken voice, anything to offer her some comfort and calm - but then I see the shift, the subtle flicker that sends me reeling backward and out of my sister's way as she leaps for Amara. Her charge is unsteady and inaccurate, and the result is a headlong rush through mists that no longer harbor the darkness leaping for our throats - or, more specifically, Amara's.
Midas joins the fray and all is confusion. I lose sight of Amara, and I am unsure if that means she has taken Seele's desperate cry as an order and complied or if we are too late to save her. The darkness screams, covering my vision in the purest of blacks, far darker than any night I have lived, any cave I have traveled. This is the blackness of death, ready to take any and all of us. It terrifies me. I cannot see through it, and this leaves me with a feeling of helplessness that I can hardly throw off.
"No!" I shriek, flailing madly from side to side, seeking to drive the shadows from me with my horn. I swallow hard, forcing myself to focus, and I realize that I can dimly make out the shapes of my companions. My own ghosts and their colours stand idly by, as though waiting for something - I do not pause to consider what that might be. Instead, I carefully position myself so that I will not harm my sister or our Czar, then attempt to drive my horn through the nearest shadow. I don't know if they can be pierced, if they can be defeated - but I must try to protect Seele. She is too broken to face this.
Midas joins the fray and all is confusion. I lose sight of Amara, and I am unsure if that means she has taken Seele's desperate cry as an order and complied or if we are too late to save her. The darkness screams, covering my vision in the purest of blacks, far darker than any night I have lived, any cave I have traveled. This is the blackness of death, ready to take any and all of us. It terrifies me. I cannot see through it, and this leaves me with a feeling of helplessness that I can hardly throw off.
"No!" I shriek, flailing madly from side to side, seeking to drive the shadows from me with my horn. I swallow hard, forcing myself to focus, and I realize that I can dimly make out the shapes of my companions. My own ghosts and their colours stand idly by, as though waiting for something - I do not pause to consider what that might be. Instead, I carefully position myself so that I will not harm my sister or our Czar, then attempt to drive my horn through the nearest shadow. I don't know if they can be pierced, if they can be defeated - but I must try to protect Seele. She is too broken to face this.
