She thought of the Moon's outcry and of her wickedness, of the balance she provided and yet the influence and power she wielded. That the Moon was able to control one of them, if not the strongest of them - Gaucho had managed to defeat Ampere despite being blind and emotionally wrecked, as well as inaccurate - it ought to have immobilized Ampere with fear or fury.

Maybe it would have a year or so past, Ampere had been afraid then. She had faced her mortality and found it lacking.
She'd stood up to the plague of the wraiths, and in that moment her strength, was not enough to extinguish them. She had lamented her limits (as Ophelia called them), and in doing so was frozen with fear of reaching them again. So it was when the murders ravaged the land, reminding Ampere of all that she was unable to do.

The very gods which had paralyzed her, woke her up. They had stood with the realm as it lamented the eleventh (and a half) body. They had called out for action, and in response Helovia had done nothing but weep and roar. Even Ampere stood and watched, limp, broken, useless, but listening. Still, what was her might compared to a god's? Hadn't she already matched it against the Earth and the Sun on different occasions, and lost? The deaths were just the Moon's display of force, as equally controlling and unending.

She found her strength inside Gaucho's fire and Mesec's night. She found what it was the god's lacked. She clutched onto it desperately, emboldened by the understanding of her limits, but also her strengths.

The gods were not almighty, they were just stronger, older, larger. They were mortals which had climbed up into the heavens, and as such they carried all the same flaws, the Moon goddess had proved as much.

It was these thoughts that circled Ampere's mind as they stood on the beach, alive with the exhilaration of having having accomplished something. This was the spark that would fully ignite her, leading her from the darkness she had been stumbling through for so long. Just like always though, the victory was brief, the light fading like good weather. She knew it would be so, but she resisted it all the same, as baleful as a child.

As Mesec took to his wings alongside the strangely marked mare, Ampere stared and watched him go for a moment. Partially she was dumbfounded by the abruptness of it, but swift enough she was angry and equally so, curious. Scattering sand the blue pegasus left behind the waves of the peaceful place where justice had been served, pursuing the son of darkness and wind, though she didn't know to what end

Blue eyes swept over the ruined forest that opened up beneath her legs, seized by the magnitude of it. Inevitably her gaze traveled to the hulking beast, and beside it, the same four that had gathered around the first murder, and had drifted with the last. Well, at least three of them had, the fourth having been the last corpse to fall by the hand of the Moon. There was four here now though - the girl from the beach. Even as she asked herself who that girl was, Ampere felt she already knew, even as she had known when they all stood over Vesta's corpse.

They were the children of the gods.

Perturbed by the realization of this, and equally by the destruction that she saw and felt, Ampere swerved off to the side and landed in one of the trees that had not been mangled. Quietly she observed what would unfold, and watched for who she assumed, was her daughter.