Soft, heeding eyes became transfixed upon the wall of molten flame that had been sculpted from the proverbial hands of the Sun God's limitless, conquering power. A canvas of pyretic plumes danced all around them, traveling with the intent of eventually fully encompassing the pair. Soon enough they were enclosed within the conduit of a warm, blazing ignition as a visual projection of moments in time long gone broadcasted on the orbital plane.
The horses she observed, these mortal individuals, were all likely gone, lost as all things eventually are in the vast annals of history. Their actions were enacting once again before her very eyes, though nothing more than a play of light and vivid mimicking of the true thing. The true physical vessels of their aliveness perhaps no longer existed within this brief level of existence: the physical world - indeed this life is brief in comparison to the life of the ancient being that stood beside her. Certainly the philosophical maiden believed in such a thing as life succeeding death, but she found it profitable to not dwell on such junctures. It drew one's attention away from what mattered most - what was happening now.
The images - oh how they were brutal. These manifestations spoke to her bones in an intimate way, difficult to describe with mere words. Among their faces she saw not strange beings of a time now gone and insignificant. Instead she gazed upon them with remorse and pity, her fervent, soulful specs peering into their own, drinking in the sorrow and hatred that shrouded their entire entity - these creatures that may have well been her family, her mother, her lover, her children. Within their eyes, she saw no difference.
War is brutal. War never changes.
With a furrowed brow - not out of disgust or scrutiny, but in complete, unadulterated rapture; empathy, and at the same time, apathy - she continued to watch, the Sun God's voice never falling upon deaf ears. She could practically hear their cries, all wrought with differing ascendants and elicitation, some entrenched with terror - a shrill dismaying apprehension - some tempestuous and drenched in rage, and others a chilly, mournful vociferation. What a chaotic cacophony of emotion. What an aura it diffused within her.
Why did this affect her so? It was not as though her eyes were virgin such things. She had witness similar events, in similar scenarios. Truthfully, she was never prepared to absorb such things. Her heart remained ever pure, as she was constantly surprised by. How such a pristine thing could exist in a mind tainted with all the hatred and darkness of bloody pasts and malign visions, and yet remain so wholly unspoiled, never failed to astonish even her.
She found herself reluctant to visit the Spectral Marsh, now. Her hunched hesitation had evolved into an acute disdain. Would she find these bodies when the time came for her to fulfill her quest? She dreaded that possibility. The atrociousness of the images deadened, soon contorting to represent the alleged home of the unicorns - the World's Edge, he verified. Suddenly, she recalled what Kri had insisted of her: that she gain knowledge of the actual motives of the ones who reside in that misty realm.
If there is one thing you can be sure of, it is that history repeats itself. Her eyes met his then as the wall of fire disintegrated, perishing into thin air. Nothing is consequential. His words haunted her with obstinate determination. Not a word had been uttered from her lips for some time, and she found that as she sought to induce speech once again, her tongue had grown a bit dry. "How," she began. "How can we avoid this same fate?" Her voice was thickly allocated with a humbled quiescence, yet she intently awaited his answer. She thought she already knew what he might saw. You cannot. She thought.
Is that all. She was somewhat offended by the brusqueness of his tone, but did she have any right to feel that way? Perhaps. She was an Oracle, and she possessed the right to his audience, but then again she had little control over the resolve of a powerful, immortal, all-knowing being. "No." She shook her head while looking down at the aureate sand below her, as if disappointed, exhaling softly. "I wish for you to reveal to me the motives of the frost king, Mauja - what darkness lingers within his heart?"
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Elements of Life | Sun god
