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[OPEN] An End to the Darkness

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#1

The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down



To say that the God of the Sun was angry as his figure flew over the dark, ruined land of Helovia would be an understatement. His fury burned off of his wings in fireballs which tumbled to the blackened earth and ignited instantly. The fires which raged through the land were cleansing, restoring light, life and beauty in the places which were once diseased and depressed. What could have caused this disaster? Certainly nothing this dark and disgusting could be natural, nothing this... deadly.

He knew who would put something like this into place, and she would be the least suspected.

The God of the Sun's eyes blazed with fury, descending to the Heart of Helovia, to the flames of his soul. The great, golden stallion brought magnificent light to the halls of the caves, radiating glory, flame and beauty. Wings tucked gently to his sides, and he looked mournfully upon the place where Israfel's spirit had joined him in the heavens. As beautiful and gentle as she was in life, her spirit was in death, and he could not blame the daughter of fire for being ruined by the darkness of this world.

Still, Helovia needed the balance of four, and now there was only three. Perhaps his meeting here could be two-fold. While his experience with the moody and opinionated Smoke had been less than exemplary, he knew he had to give these mortals another chance, but never, ever with his heart. The Sun God lived too long to love. Death followed his heart wherever it ventured, and like he had with Ophelia, he would have to push them all away eventually.

Still, his loyal follower, Gaucho, was noble, and he would have to appoint the glorious bay and a second to rule the Dragon's Throat, the land he had chosen for his own.

The God of the Sun called for Gaucho and another in their minds. As he sought the second, the light magic of the mind search those who were in these caves. One happened to catch his attention with her tenacity, spirit and determination - all qualities necessary in the leader of his glorious herd. Ampere. Gaucho and Ampere would make fine leaders, and if not, another would rise in their place by the right and glory of battle.

And so he summoned them for the dawning of a new age, the second coming of the sun, and the restoration of light itself. The Dragon's Throat would lead the way. He would make sure of that.


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@[Africa]

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Ampere The Mother of Companions Posts: 719
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Mare :: Pegasus :: 14 hh :: 6 years HP: 73 | Buff: DANCE
Kygo :: Green Cheek Conure :: None Blu
#2


A M P E R E


She knew not what drew her towards this room, only that she was drawn, a moth to the flame.

Thoughts of fire had been plaguing her sleep since her encounter with Gaucho, his betrayal a scorch left upon her heart, its burn felt anew with each beat of the terrible, stupid organ. She plunged further into the spiral of despair that these caves embodied, hoping to keep herself so preoccupied with unraveling the mysteries that she would not be spared a moment to have stray thoughts, much less feelings. It was of course a fruitless battle against herself, made all the worse by Mesec's absence, his body and his companionship like a blanket that she needed to grab hold of to comfort her.

She was desperate for anything, anyone to make her feel better. Maybe this was it.

As he drew upon the room she knew too well, she recognized somewhere amid her broken stupor, that it was brighter than normal, and certainly more orange. This realization did not dawn upon her nearly until the God was in sight, his abrupt appearance an overwhelming thing to encounter and she found herself blinking, as if finally walking from the caves into the afternoon sun and finding that it hurt her eyes.

Ampere gave pause, a wing sliding forward to shield her gaze as it adjusted to his glory, but all the while her curiosity was rising, like a small mouse poking around for a crumb. She was not interested in bread however, only hope. "Are you..." she asked naively, unable to finish, finding herself uncertain if she wanted the answer.


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#3
She has been latent, itching for a taste of the dawn, hungry for any promise that the world shall be made right. And so when she sees Ampere, the blue-spark mare, she finds herself pulled along by the older girl's electric personality, bright glowing eyes, and the latent energy of the Sun God's call, caught in the whirl of a lasso of fire.

A small spark cast free on the whim of the wind, the girl is drawn to this larger flame without knowing it, hungry for the bright power of the once-met Sun. She feels his heat in the depths of her heart, senses his light without knowing what it means; needy, heedless, she finds herself drifting behind the electric mare, drawn by the golden god's warmth, the light he offers, the safety he gives, the hope he presents. She sees him there and at once is warm, hot with a wave of bright relief.

Strange, that the child of Moon-Maid and the brothers of night has chosen the Sun for her patron Lord. She bears his colors, though the Moon leaves mark; she is a descendant of desert heat, a regressive gene brought forth to light. The girl looses sight of the mare's rump; it is lost in the glory of the burning god, the swell of wonder at their second meeting. Tandavi is older now; she has done all he asked; and she wonders what her reward shall be, or if it is this, this liberation from night. With the return of the sun, the girl thinks, perhaps will follow the dawn they have missed, the fall of the dark; and this, in this moment, would be enough.

From the entrance of the room the girl watches, silent, black eyes bright as Ampere speaks. She has no words to offer the God, no questions to ask that he cannot know without her aid. To be near him, she thinks, is enough; to feel his warmth is all she needs. Hope is, for the first time, within her grasp, and she wants it to be true, needs it to be true, and fears that in her disturbance of the silence will lie the destruction of this moment, this room, this hope.

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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#4
The lamp above danced playfully, shedding the weak warmth of humble firelight across a room that might otherwise have felt as cold and bitter as the darkness engulfing the world outside. Africa had basked beneath it for many days, breaking vigil only to descend through curling corridors and feed upon the delicate morsels which somehow thrived without the grace of day. It was perhaps the only place in the whole of The Sanctuary that offered her true solace; a place to weave in and out of thought, rest and pray longingly for the return of the God she trusted so faithfully.

Pastel eyes seemed dull and grey as they roved in silent speculation, cast in shadow, tracing meticulously the shimmering lines of drawings etched countless years ago. They held such mystery and fed a mind which might otherwise have tired rapidly without the diversity of the life and lore which embellished the landscape above. She stewed over their meaning industriously, blinking whenever the figures portrayed (the Gods themselves in youth, Midas had explained), began in abstract to breathe, writhe and beckon her closer.

There was a strange gush of air; both with the crisp and unmistakable taste of the last snow's melting, but also lacing its flurrying path she thought, was contrasting warmth, and the ferocity borne of fire. Fluttering nostrils were drawn firstly towards the doorway, and Africa noticed quickly that the room beyond was bathed in brightness unseen since even the weight of Tallsun. Long black lashes parted anxiously, the pulse of restless veins stirring quickly the fresh boil of blood as the beat of her heart began to throb with sudden hope. Many hours had been passed wishing for the comfort of her Lord; and she could not help but flounder when perhaps that moment had come.

As suddenly as it had appeared, the bursting light vanished by- continuing perhaps into the depths of the murky cavern, and Africa’s usually steady hooves scrambled to find the traction needed to follow with haste. Silas, who had been resting none the wiser upon the pitch of his beloved’s withers tumbled into the stale, moist air, but could do little to reel back the attention of his engrossed companion. Dislodged, downy black feathers twirled wildly across the empty room as his thrashing wings fought for composure- but no sooner had that been gained, the lithe Roc was plunging after the puddly-grey mare, the clatter of her stride filling the passage as it shrank around him.

Africa stumbled towards the next fissure in the slick rock-face, a gaping doorway actually through which the delicate hues of glowing mushrooms and the like had been smothered by blinding light. There was a smaller horse standing there, transfixed perhaps, and the once-Diviner slipped smoothly by her coppery form. Transparent naturally, her expression exuded the gladness; the relief and the confidence, as it spilled through her core like an uplifting drug. He had returned! Even as her crippled body stopped not far from him, squinting, a trembling mass humbled by the presence of one so merciful and shrewd, she could find no words to celebrate with aloud. Another mare was before him already- the angry blue banshee who had done nothing but sour the trust in Africa’s gentle soul, and for the moment she lingered to watch without interrupting.

Certainly she wished not to irritate the Sun God by sending the blue mare into another crazed, incessant tirade- he would have not the patience for that.

Africa

God of the Sun Posts: 198
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#5

The GOD of the SUN

Burn the whole world down



The God of the Sun's call was answered by three and not answered by one. Gaucho's presence was missed, but he would have to act without the battle-stallion. Still, all who stood in this room in the glory of his light were of pure heart, beautiful and clever. As the charcoal mare with eyes more blue than his brother's ocean approached, covering her eyes with a wing, he smiled warmly. The dumb tone which would normally make him irritated was more of a source of amusement at this juncture. Could he blame her, in his absence, for forgetting his image?

"... the God of the Sun, the Bringer of Light, the Master of Flame... Pick a title, I care not which you use," he rumbled, finishing her sentence where she had trailed.

The younger girl made an appearance then, but her lips were silent. He offered her a noble incline of his head, recognizing her presence. She was soon followed by another, the Diviner before the darkness had overcome them. The tragedy of the loss of her wing still weighed heavily on his mind, but he would think carefully before restoring flight to her, especially since it had been lost so easily. Perhaps, in the coming days, she would earn the limb back, and he would carefully monitor her progress.

Two, strong mares stood before him, and one, beautiful child. He was not so misogynistic that he believed them incapable, particularly not when Ampere was a wild fire on the inside. So, his choice was easy, obvious and right. The God of the Sun had found his heralds of light.

"Thank you, for coming to my call, Ampere, Tandavi, and Africa," he said, his rumbling voice more smooth that the stones at the bottom of the river. "I am here to tell you that the light will be restored again, and that you will aid me in its restoration. You shall by my bringers of light and shall be richly rewarded." The God of the Sun looked specifically now at Ampere and Africa.

"Ampere... Africa..." he said, acknowledging each. "You two shall lead my herd in the Dragon's Throat. Ampere, you have flame, tenacity and will protect those who seek haven in the dunes, and Africa, your gentleness, wisdom and clarity will be the perfect counterpart. I now name you Sultanas of the Dragon's Throat."

The God of the Sun beamed, casting upon their brows two, golden crowns of dancing dragons billowing flames on their maws. He started to move then, toward the surface. "Come with me," he said. "Let us welcome the dawn."


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#6


A M P E R E


Two visitors joined Ampere in the moment, their silence a testament to the captivation provided the God of the Sun. Even their appearance did not stir Ampere's attention, though she knew they were there, watching, waiting just as she was. "What will happen next?"

She almost leaned forward when at last the titan of flame moved to speak, his tone gentle given his reputation and the ignorance of her query. A small noise left her throat when he confirmed, as if there was any doubt to remain given all he radiated. "So It's true..." she thought, watching him through the veil of her feathers, "the Gods do walk here." She had always been uncertain, too wary to believe easily after knowing the legends and lore of other regions, each of which bespoke their own gods. Even now, was he not more than a mortal wise in years and abilities honed with practice?

"No," she thought with a newfound faith; there had been too many instances of bizarre happenings, even for the magical, to deny the existence of the heavenly beings. Especially now - could they end this?

He spoke further.

His voice was as rich and colorful as honey, and it suited him. A smile flirted on Ampere's face as she listened, a rising joy coming unbidden. She had been miserable so long, but now, now she found the light in this dark hell, and she gripped it tightly. He passed it on to her, in a way implanting the ability within her so that she would rise and guide and heal the treachery of this armageddon.

Lead.

The idea scorched her and she shuddered as flesh is oft to do after a burn. His words held such weight and intent within them, each syllable settling hard and heavy and hot in her mind. Could she lead? She had never been one for herds, but was it not the answer to her unrelenting loneliness? Was it not an army she needed to change the world, as time and time again had proven the ineffectiveness of her singular attempts?

Ampere exhaled suddenly, unaware she'd been holding her breath. The blue of her gaze came to life, contrasting with the orange light of the lord as she glanced to Africa, a mare that held so much more against her than Ampere could ever return - the grey was but one moment of frustration at the poor ethics of the world. "We can change the world though..." Ampere's glance whispered, the curves of her iris matching that of her smile. "If you want to."

"I would like nothing better," Ampere was able to say at last following his final words and moving to pursue him back into the world, into life.


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Africa the Starry-Eyed Posts: 727
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Silas :: Common Zephyr :: Roc Riven
#7
Much had happened personally since their last meeting by the fire of the Diviner where she as Oracle, had revelled nervously for the first time in the warmth of his surreal illumination; that which had doused the winking laughter of the stars glancing down from the black night sky, and weakened the stark glow of that Orangemoon’s unusual moon. Africa’s guilty mind had been put to rest at last, eased by the shoulder of a close friend, and she now wore beside the gift-feather from her Lord, and that of her companion, a timely reminder that she need not dwell on the pain of her past... any part. Two pure gold feathers dangled high in her mane, and they were heavy enough to stroke optimism back through a recovering mind, whenever it began to regress. ‘What is broken, can sometimes fly again…’ Midas had told her, and those words had been a stirring compliment to the wisdom previously imparted by the all-knowing God of the Sun. Soon enough, she would be ready to exact that revenge…

He appeared as radiant as ever, spilling light through a room and its underworld flora which, she imagined musingly, might have never seen such before. Africa cared not to shield her eyes (though blinding he was to a gaze so well adjusted to the climate of a tomb), and watched as closely as she dared as his suave resonating voice began to stroke the pitch of waiting, anticipating ears. White stockinged legs pulled her closer; a soul drawn to the warmth of his presence like a moth to flame, pulled to the comfort granted by his sudden appearance, and she nestled instinctively apart from the wild-mannered blue Pegasus, to listen. Her interest piqued, even when only the first sentence had been offered- gratitude, for answering a call she had truly been none the wiser about; had not directly heard. So phenomenal were the Gods and their infinite ability- mystery and wonder surrounding them that Africa’s skin prickled with intrigue. Also, it was the first time the name of the blue banshee had been revealed to her, and Africa cast a secretive glance her way- filled with silent mistrust.

He mentioned soon enough, that the light would be returned to Helovia, and the hopeful grey bristled with unspoken cheer. The God continued, explaining that they would help him achieve that goal as ‘bringers of light’, and that they would be rewarded in turn. Africa, with a mind as simple as the bleak tone of her coat, tilted her head a little as she tried in earnest to wrestle the idea into some form of self-appeasing logic. She thought it curious too, that neither Midas, nor Gaucho was standing with them, receiving this glorious news from the patron of their home. She spoke nothing of this though. Humbleness leaked through her pallid features and a smile graced the twitch of pursed, concentrated lips. The God of the Sun then looked squarely upon the two nearer mares, Ampere and Africa, the profound nature of his shining, ethereal gaze able to secure them both in one stroke. Coal-coloured ears flickered for a moment- stunned like a deer in a spotlight.

The direction to follow was more than unexpected; it was an instruction that both shocked the one-winged mare, and filled her with new immeasurable courage. He offered both mares a thoughtful praise, explaining how each held attributes that would support the herd he would harbour; and while she squirmed a little at the prospect of crowning and releasing such an unpredictable, irrational flame (as she knew Ampere to be) to forge new foundations in the Throat, Africa trusted her Lord with every beat of her faithful- feeble heart. Despite the tethered loathing boiling through her core, the young mare smiled with all the graciousness she could muster, understanding without question that he knew better than any mortal what would be best for the herd and his realm. Still more, she doubted her own ability. Then a new mass was felt upon her brow, and soft sandy eyes lifted to find the glimmering front of a golden crown- though she could only see the dragons embellishing Ampere’s, as she peered stiffly (supporting the treasure with perhaps too much care) across to the other mare wonderingly.

Ampere was already looking towards where the unlikely leader in murky-grey and her Zephyr companion stood, blue eyes still brighter for the iridescence beaming upon them. Through a moment’s hesitation, bewildered concentration, the one-winged mare thought she saw a smile captured by thought upon the other’s maw- a message shining through the vivid hue of that gaze. Certainly theirs was a relationship to be rewritten. A silent prayer was made as a gentle smile washed in return through her own expression; though she doubted not for one second that her Lord would always be their guiding light.

Without delay the God of the Sun turned towards the doorway to the glowing chamber. Africa followed respectfully and dutifully, bathed in the reflective silence which more or less had been set into her temperament over the years, considerate always of the others accompanying as they moved to bask in the cool beauty of a remarkable dawn; a new day and a fresh era. It would be an event that would be woven into the history of her beloved desert, and retold over and over, by the generations to come.

Africa

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