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07-12-2017, 07:35 PM
so i listen to the wind for an answer
She wasn’t sure what she expected. This, and yet not this at all, though that’s no expectation at all. It’s like imagining another horse where you can’t quite get the details right, something that’s there but not formed, not really. How could they have known, exactly, what would come? The darkness draws in, bringing them closer to the Marsh. This much is not surprising. It started here and it would end here. Life is too often bookmarked in funny ways like that.
The Edge hadn’t gathered as they should have, as she should have had them do. They had scattered to the wind, looking for their loved ones, tying up loose ends that can never really be tied. She hadn’t tried, having lived through this once with no warning, she didn’t see the need for warning now. She had no belongs to collect, really, just the pieces of her life that she wore around her ear and neck and wings. Instead, she’d flown, leaped off the cliff with her friend and found a power she hadn’t felt in years, since she first stepped foot in this place. Helovia; her second home and her second one lost. How many more places would she lose?
She tries to find the members of the Edge as she moves toward the Marsh, the wind gusting around her, speeding her along as she stays airborne. She doesn’t land until Kaos and his obelisk come into view, and then she moves through the crowd, looking for familiar faces that might need her help. He talks, promises them safety through a portal that can only lead to the Rift. No, not true, that portal could lead anywhere. Though from the history of this place that she knows, there’s no other place he’d take them except to their death. Worst case scenario, their choices are to die here or there. Best case scenario, they get to live if they listen.
Still, they don’t. Lyanna tries to call out, screaming at them to simply GO! No one listens though, and her voice is lost in the chaos anyway. She tries to watch, trying to find a way to help, but there’s nothing she can do here but watch them die. The first ones she does not know, but it’s not long before familiar faces join the growing list of the dead. Two she’d seen in the Edge though did not know, but soon, too soon, she knows one of the faces. Ru. Lyanna screams, not defiant, but wretched, as her friend is destroyed in the massacre.
Sacre too is swallowed by the darkness and the teal light. Teal. The color swims in her vision and she feels like a part of it by the sheer fact they share colors. She wants to shed her own skin in that moment, but like everything else about her life, her coloring is a part of her story. Funny that it represented the downfall of Morham and Helovia. Doomed from birth, it seems. She begins to look in earnest now for those she can help when a familiar face comes into view right before the darkness swallows her.
No.
“Glasgow!” She tries to run to her friend, tries to save her, but it’s too late and there’s nothing there but the darkness that would swallow her too. For a moment, she debates letting it consume her, letting herself be done. No, little sister, you are not done. The voice is gentle but commanding, like always, for even in death her memory of him does not warp.
Soon the Gods come and their effort is futile, though they try. Do they try for the residents of Helovia, or like captains, do they simply go down with the ship? She’s never known for sure how much they really cared for the mortals of their world, but still, a piece of her heart chips away when their Lady Moon gives her life and magic to make their passage safe. Well, to make it safer, at least. Nothing was safe, a lesson she has learned too many times to count.
She turns her attention to the portal now, willing to grab anyone that might need help through the portal. At this point, she doesn’t care if she knows them, doesn’t care what they might want, only that she saves them. If she can help even a few, it would be a start. She will take as many with her through the portal as she can. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t look at Kaos, but she goes through the portal. There were no other choices for her. Maybe, this time, her third home would be her last.
The Edge hadn’t gathered as they should have, as she should have had them do. They had scattered to the wind, looking for their loved ones, tying up loose ends that can never really be tied. She hadn’t tried, having lived through this once with no warning, she didn’t see the need for warning now. She had no belongs to collect, really, just the pieces of her life that she wore around her ear and neck and wings. Instead, she’d flown, leaped off the cliff with her friend and found a power she hadn’t felt in years, since she first stepped foot in this place. Helovia; her second home and her second one lost. How many more places would she lose?
She tries to find the members of the Edge as she moves toward the Marsh, the wind gusting around her, speeding her along as she stays airborne. She doesn’t land until Kaos and his obelisk come into view, and then she moves through the crowd, looking for familiar faces that might need her help. He talks, promises them safety through a portal that can only lead to the Rift. No, not true, that portal could lead anywhere. Though from the history of this place that she knows, there’s no other place he’d take them except to their death. Worst case scenario, their choices are to die here or there. Best case scenario, they get to live if they listen.
Still, they don’t. Lyanna tries to call out, screaming at them to simply GO! No one listens though, and her voice is lost in the chaos anyway. She tries to watch, trying to find a way to help, but there’s nothing she can do here but watch them die. The first ones she does not know, but it’s not long before familiar faces join the growing list of the dead. Two she’d seen in the Edge though did not know, but soon, too soon, she knows one of the faces. Ru. Lyanna screams, not defiant, but wretched, as her friend is destroyed in the massacre.
Sacre too is swallowed by the darkness and the teal light. Teal. The color swims in her vision and she feels like a part of it by the sheer fact they share colors. She wants to shed her own skin in that moment, but like everything else about her life, her coloring is a part of her story. Funny that it represented the downfall of Morham and Helovia. Doomed from birth, it seems. She begins to look in earnest now for those she can help when a familiar face comes into view right before the darkness swallows her.
No.
“Glasgow!” She tries to run to her friend, tries to save her, but it’s too late and there’s nothing there but the darkness that would swallow her too. For a moment, she debates letting it consume her, letting herself be done. No, little sister, you are not done. The voice is gentle but commanding, like always, for even in death her memory of him does not warp.
Soon the Gods come and their effort is futile, though they try. Do they try for the residents of Helovia, or like captains, do they simply go down with the ship? She’s never known for sure how much they really cared for the mortals of their world, but still, a piece of her heart chips away when their Lady Moon gives her life and magic to make their passage safe. Well, to make it safer, at least. Nothing was safe, a lesson she has learned too many times to count.
She turns her attention to the portal now, willing to grab anyone that might need help through the portal. At this point, she doesn’t care if she knows them, doesn’t care what they might want, only that she saves them. If she can help even a few, it would be a start. She will take as many with her through the portal as she can. She doesn’t stop, doesn’t look at Kaos, but she goes through the portal. There were no other choices for her. Maybe, this time, her third home would be her last.
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