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BY THE PRECEPTS OF HER PURITY
From the ground, previously scattered in bones, the dark silhouet of an altar had grown like an ominous shadow. Wings of chaos unfolded from the bones; a monster sounding so corrupt, so mad. Kaos - she should've listened to her instincts, her theories; her suspicions. How could she have ever thought that that such things could've actually become true? What kind of diviner was she, except a failing one? She felt her breathing stagger before its previous disruption got caught in a dizzying speed that equaled the beating of her heart.
She watched a white mare being broken, slashed by the bonemonster (she looked dead), all to protect her kin... perhaps; the youngsters that Maren had always thought so stupid and dumb. This was just like the time they fought the Rift Gods, yet, it was not the same. Covered in the radiation of their unearthly, unhelovian homeland, they had not been killed before. Why would they now? They had been living on borrowed time, but something borrowed must be returned. More experienced fighters threw themselves at the God of Kaos, who'se voice was so venal and rotten, it washed her brain with coldness. So, so cold. She couldn't think - breathed only half right. She half heard Volterra and Tembovu and others' voices, but she couldn't make out the things that mattered from that which did not.
She felt her companion shuffle beside her, anger filling his normally so peaceful mind. Mr. Teatime's grown catbody was pressed into an agressive stance before her.
There were so many bodies present here, charming the air with their screams. Above all else she heard them call names of the ones they wanted to rescue from harm; names of their loved ones. She half realized that she had no one to call. That was what it meant to carry the weight of religion on her shoulders. She was a follower of the Gods, her fate was not to lead into battle and not to protect her mortal kin. Her fate was to protect the history that was made, and the deities that it carried within. It sounded so easy, so stupidly doable for someone like her. She hated everything about the Rift, about its people. I knew it - She had known that they had been the source of this virus all along, the source of this corruption.
...But as the God of Kaos says -- this fight cannot be won today. So she stepped back into the shadows.
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[O] SWP :: The beginning of something new entirely
