When the young falcon had taken flight from Helovia, it had been in the grip of a darkness that seemed unshakable. The boundaries between life and death had been so distorted by that queer sickness that though Megaera had left with the intention of finding help, her fear of finding only death when she returned had kept the little soldier away for near a year’s time. In returning to Helovia, she had found the darkness dissipated but still, it was not the same land that it once had been.

Swift wings carried her from the Threshold to the Throat. It had been her home before she fled, and she was anxious to earn back place in the herd but even that deepest of desires would have to wait until she knew more of what had changed in Helovia. From the sky, if was horribly plain the even the coastline of her desert home was unrecognizable and perhaps there would be no heard to return to. Further she flew, and came to the place where it was said the Gods roamed, and it held an astonishing sight. Before her floated an island perched perfectly in the clouds. Even Meg, who looked often with a hardened soldier’s eye, was enchanted by the wispy flow of waterfalls and the blush of the blooming trees. Enchanting. Idyllic. Deceptive.

From almost the moment the soldier touched down upon the edge of the floating isle, she knew something must be wrong. A crowd stood, all intent on the same thing, and the hush upon the assembly seemed unnaturally grim. Eager to investigate, Meg picked her way through the crowd, scared legs moving her deftly around to the front. It was had to say what was more astonishing: the body of the mare laid out before the spectators, or the collection of mighty beings that surveyed the scene... Holy hell! seemed to sum it up quite well.

Meg was sure she recognized one of them: the flaming figure of the Sun God could not be mistaken, and three others who had the same otherworldly aura must surely be the Earth, Moon and Spark that completed the quartet of Ancients. Four more there were, the looked on beside the Gods but Meg could not account for their involvement. So transfixed was she, that had any other spoken, she might not have realized, but the mighty rumble of the massive ancient, surely the God of Earth, brok her reverie when he issued his call to action. From all around came answers and she lifted her own voice to join them “As the Gods charge, these actions will not go unpunished in Helovia.”

Helovia may still have some healing to do before it was set to rights, but maybe by returning hear, Meg could help that cause.

CSI: Helovia
- Megaera
- Mesec
- Rhea
- Sacre