There was something just….there. she could feel it--had always felt it—like some sleeping creature in her chest, a weight in her gut, something that pulled her ever so gently back and away from everything that she knew. Her home, her family, her life (short as it had been so far) had always felt less; there was so much more she was supposed to know but could not yet fathom. All the things she knew she didn’t know stood in her mind like a barrier between her and everything she loved. Even at this tender age, she had begun to see that she was different from her family. She was the blood of warriors, and her brother and sister cut from that same cloth-of-war. Bold, fierce, strong, dominant. Einarr, Megaera, Mordecai, Nizho. And where did she fit into that pattern? ‘We are fighters, you will be too.’ her mother had said, but the little dove could not wrap her mind around why she had to be.
 
It had pulled her to this place: that drive to understand, fueled by all the questions she would have felt foolish asking her parents. War? Fighting? She had been told what they were but in her sheltered months in this earth Asavvi was no closer to understanding the consequences of such things than she was to knowing why they would exist in the first place. She wanted so badly to understand, to know, and there was something inside of her that, if she could just—just what? Follow it? Unlock it? Do somethingand then she would know. Wholly without forsight she had come to the place: a wide shadowy space in the midst of the strange green land she had had such a pleasure in exploring.
 
She didn’t know that it was her questions that called up the past--a past that she had not yet been alive to see--but the wanting in the girl’s heart reached through time and brought forth what had been before. It erupted around her, breaking the silence, and plunging her into the heart of a battle in progress. It was a strange phenomenon, extending out from the girl like an orb of violent activity in the center of the still space. Forms of horses and misshapen shadows that might have been wolves darted in and out of sight in the field of the illusion, a scene of brutal chaos that ripped through time itself. A lavender form moved through the space, directly in front of the girl, shouting commands, wielding fierce magics and just as quickly she had moved on and other figures took her place, ripping at one another and leaving another trail of blood upon the ground. For half a minute (though it might have well been forever by her understanding) Asavvi could only stare, wide eyed and trembling, and listen to the shouts and the screams. This was battle. This was war.
 
And then it was gone, and Asavvi, not knowing what she had done or truly what she had seen,  was left alone in that silent glen, eyes wide and quaking like a leave and unable to move.
 
”.”
Illusion Details: A snippet from Moony’s Rift God Battle(Time, feel free to pick any specific details or figures from the battle if you’d like) 30 second duration - 10 meter extension from Asavvi in all directions

Asavvi
Cause you get lighter the more it gets dark
I'm gonna give you my heart