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07-12-2017, 10:42 PM
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The lamb knows it is over, knows that the end is finally upon them - she watches the shadows loom, curling black mists seeping into Helovia, swallowing entire lands, gluttonous and unsatisfiable as it forces the populous into a place Safiri had not explored. She is faint when she arrives, fatigued but not oblivious to the haunting and ghastly aura blanketing the land, with its tangled roots and dirty water that stains her ivory hide and drowns out Auni. She scoops up the golem and lets it settle with Haki, and she stops, frozen, scared. Her knees are buckling, her eyes are wide and she is shaking and dead still all the same. Her petite heart is thundering in tune to the screams, the awful screams that carry through the gnarled trees, the flashes of teal that swallow entire individuals, that destroy them, erase them from existence. And Safiri stands still, witnessing the deaths of dozens, some she had seen, some she had not, she can see their defiance, their fear, the uncertainty painted across their features before smoke and death consumes them, leaves them gone - and Safiri is sobbing, because she does not know how to handle the sight of so many deaths, too many as her body shakes and she finds herself in a crowd of unfamiliar faces, of panicked strangers scrambling to find their way into some gaping portal, a sanctuary away from this hell. But the princess is frozen, she's weeping as her heart is pressured to beat faster in accordance to her terror, spring green is reaching, desperate for her mother, for her father, for anyone she knows. There are too many bodies, too much chaos surging around her, she is paralyzed and weeping, shutting her eyes and praying it will all go away. She hears screaming, she hears despair and anguish, there is agony trapped beneath her skin and a plea for freedom, for escape from the pain that blossoms in her chest, that pierces her joints and weighs her down. She is alone, she is alone and afraid and soon enough she thinks she too will be swallowed up by the teal light and black smoke will pour from her lungs and cloud her vision, she will be taken away just like those before - she thinks she'll collapse, that she'll crumple up and get trampled beneath the commotion, ignored and forgotten as the frantic mob surges towards the gaping portal. She cannot move her feet, she cannot move at all, Haki burying his face into her mane and whimpering, and she closes her eyes, because she's so sorry. She promised she'd be strong, but she was weak, she was weak and scared and this was it for her, for them - "Mom!" The child stops, she opens her eyes and faces the familiar voice, the light in the dark, the saving grace - she watches him, heartbroken, she watches the bastard son fill with grief, a glimmer of a tear flowering at the corner of gilded eyes. He catches her, approaches with a brisk, determined trot and he had a purpose, he was here to help. She is somehow finding a smile across her face, spreading pink kissed lips and she is so grateful, she can feel the tears brimming and spilling out and over. "Oh Zubari, I'm so sorry - " that's all she can say, leaning against him for support with laboured breaths and panic in her step. She wants to tell him that she can't go, that she must stay and wait for her family, but she is too afraid, she is not strong enough yet. Safiri follows, takes gentle steps towards the portal with Zubari for support, and she pauses before she enters the portal. She glances to the Marsh and the hell it had descended into, she looks to the families ushered into the portal, the members left behind, the valiant individuals who stay behind, who call to Kaos and who remain vigilant - Safiri cannot see her mother, her father, her family, her stomach is twisting, she is mortified imagining a world without them, stuck between staying behind and going through the portal. Perhaps her family has already gone through, or was coming through now, maybe - no, she shakes her crowned head, she turns to Zubari, who whispers his goodbyes to Helovia, to his mother, he cries and Safiri wants to comfort him, but the portal has them in its grasp and they go together into the unknown. a wind in the shadow, a whale song in the deep |
