“STOP!” Your voice joins so many others as they cry out after loved ones, cry out sense that falls on deaf ears as too many charge the god that has remained unopposed for too, too long, festering amongst madness. And you watch as they do not heed wishes, as they are swatted away into smoke, into nothing, as the cries become an uproar of screams and sobs, of lovers shattering and children calling for their mothers, their fathers. You only breathe against it as something in you fractures, as the beast prattles on about leaving, about how stubbornness is the cause of so many lives being snuffed out as if they meant nothing, breathe as anger rises through you, scorching and vehement. Only breathe as the gods make their presence known, as they begin to fall apart with their efforts, in the shadow of Kaos, as you begin to understand that there is no other choice than to obey. That this world is ending; that there will be no Basin, no tree where the body (the bones) of your daughter lay. That there is no place for your son to return to if he ever chose to come back. And that fracture within your soul only deepens. Perhaps you would fight then, fight to find your son, to return to the mountains and the grave where too much of you had died and die with it, with the world that is so quickly being swallowed by a fallen god’s greed, but there comes a violent shove. Pain vibrates from your shoulder, your legs scrambling to keep your body upright. “NO!” It is an ugly screech as another push sends you closer to the portal, to the poisoned promise of safety. “No. My son__my son,” you do not know when you started to cry, started to tremble, but the words come as choked sobs, and you turn to run, to fight away from the absoluteness of goodbye. But it is useless. Another shove and you stumble, pulled by the vortex of the unknown world that waits (and what would it be, if your boy was no longer? If your Lionheart did not leave the shadow of his father’s grave? If the sandstone man that (once) held your heart found his wanderlust had died on a frozen shore?) You breathe again, too tired, too worn, one last glance given to the chaos, and let go.


ooc: on phone, will update with formatting once im back home <3