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06-23-2013, 01:53 AM
There was something... wrong. Something terribly, terribly wrong, and much too close to home. Daringly the Wild Rose ventured to investigate, drawn by the tumultous swirling of energy and air, each step hesitant as she fought against an urge to flee back to the Edge instead of proceed further.
Then, she saw it. A rip in space and time and the forces of nature, reflecting all before it. And what was before it was a shield of blue energy, wielded by the sturdy and compact form of the God of Time. Breath catching in her throat, she stumbled forward another few steps, mane and tail lashed about by the wind to sting face and legs. Against her back huddled Zaffre, wings tightly folded against his sides to keep the warring forces from wrenching him from the grulla mare's back.
As they watched, the Gods gathered to stand together. Time, Earth, Moon, Sun. Each wielded their respective elements in a valiant effort against the rift that struggled to tear everything apart. But... it wasn't enough, even she could see that. Instead of shrinking, the rift remained steady, defiant. Desperately her mind whirled, straining to find some sort of answer, terrified of what would happen if the rift remained as it was. It was the byproduct of another such rift in reality that had allowed the dead to flood Isilme, forcing her and her friends and loved ones to flee.
Confused, anxious, she watched the scene unfold before her. Earth bent his head to his diminutive brother, sorrow etching the lines of his body... and then vanished.
What...? It seemed the thought was barely formed before he was back, though she knew some few moments had passed. And then... he was truly gone, swept away into the rift. The shields began to drop, as the Sun God, brilliant, arrogant God of the Sun, vanished in turn. Heartbeat thundering in her ears, Smoke counted the beats before he too, returned to be swept away into the rift, stepping through while wreathed in flames. A hollowness followed, deep in her soul, resonating through the bond as confusion and loss rose within Zaffre. Fire was gone... and suddenly she understood what the Gods were doing in those precious moments away.
In those moments in which she came to that realization, Moon took her turn to depart, heartbeats passing before her darkness cloaked form stepped through the rift. The hollowness within the Wild Rose doubled, tripled, and she knew that the healer's magic of the Edge was gone, taking with it the last remnants of her smokey magic. Sorrow filled her as she watched Time take his turn, dark eyes intent upon the spot he had vacated. Then he was back, that blue shield disappearing and allowing the rift to expand... until he stepped through.
Within a blink of an eye the mirrored surface that led into who-knew-what was gone. With it went the light, moon and sun and stars, laying a blanket of darkness over the meadow and all those hapless witnesses of this tragedy. One by one, new lights winked into existance. Strange glowing trees in butterfly tones, bioluminescing in small, last gifts to the dwellers of Helovia. In the distant south, she could barely make out a bright glow against the cloud cover, sparking a vague hum of curiosity.
A quiet thrum of inquiry prodded the mare out of her private sorrows and loss. Her head jerked up, tail flagging as she realized anew what had been comprehended before. The Gods... their children. Isra... Her daughter needed her now. Her bright fire, dimmed by the loss of a father, just as her older children had lost theirs. But this loss... oh let it be temporary!
Without a glance for the distant lost figures upon the meadow, the Wild Rose reared up, poised in wordless tribute to the four who were lost. Then she spun away, racing across the snow covered terrain, running in the shadow of the dragon whose mind was still tightly wound with hers.
Then, she saw it. A rip in space and time and the forces of nature, reflecting all before it. And what was before it was a shield of blue energy, wielded by the sturdy and compact form of the God of Time. Breath catching in her throat, she stumbled forward another few steps, mane and tail lashed about by the wind to sting face and legs. Against her back huddled Zaffre, wings tightly folded against his sides to keep the warring forces from wrenching him from the grulla mare's back.
As they watched, the Gods gathered to stand together. Time, Earth, Moon, Sun. Each wielded their respective elements in a valiant effort against the rift that struggled to tear everything apart. But... it wasn't enough, even she could see that. Instead of shrinking, the rift remained steady, defiant. Desperately her mind whirled, straining to find some sort of answer, terrified of what would happen if the rift remained as it was. It was the byproduct of another such rift in reality that had allowed the dead to flood Isilme, forcing her and her friends and loved ones to flee.
Confused, anxious, she watched the scene unfold before her. Earth bent his head to his diminutive brother, sorrow etching the lines of his body... and then vanished.
What...? It seemed the thought was barely formed before he was back, though she knew some few moments had passed. And then... he was truly gone, swept away into the rift. The shields began to drop, as the Sun God, brilliant, arrogant God of the Sun, vanished in turn. Heartbeat thundering in her ears, Smoke counted the beats before he too, returned to be swept away into the rift, stepping through while wreathed in flames. A hollowness followed, deep in her soul, resonating through the bond as confusion and loss rose within Zaffre. Fire was gone... and suddenly she understood what the Gods were doing in those precious moments away.
In those moments in which she came to that realization, Moon took her turn to depart, heartbeats passing before her darkness cloaked form stepped through the rift. The hollowness within the Wild Rose doubled, tripled, and she knew that the healer's magic of the Edge was gone, taking with it the last remnants of her smokey magic. Sorrow filled her as she watched Time take his turn, dark eyes intent upon the spot he had vacated. Then he was back, that blue shield disappearing and allowing the rift to expand... until he stepped through.
Within a blink of an eye the mirrored surface that led into who-knew-what was gone. With it went the light, moon and sun and stars, laying a blanket of darkness over the meadow and all those hapless witnesses of this tragedy. One by one, new lights winked into existance. Strange glowing trees in butterfly tones, bioluminescing in small, last gifts to the dwellers of Helovia. In the distant south, she could barely make out a bright glow against the cloud cover, sparking a vague hum of curiosity.
A quiet thrum of inquiry prodded the mare out of her private sorrows and loss. Her head jerked up, tail flagging as she realized anew what had been comprehended before. The Gods... their children. Isra... Her daughter needed her now. Her bright fire, dimmed by the loss of a father, just as her older children had lost theirs. But this loss... oh let it be temporary!
Without a glance for the distant lost figures upon the meadow, the Wild Rose reared up, poised in wordless tribute to the four who were lost. Then she spun away, racing across the snow covered terrain, running in the shadow of the dragon whose mind was still tightly wound with hers.
