The winter had only seemed to begun, but was somewhere in the middle of its time. There was a lot of occurrences that had happened in its cold wake, but nothing too treacherous. Other than hearing about this duplicates, Faelene had not noticed anything wrong, anything out of sorts. It was disappointed again by the Threshold wanderers she begin to head into the wilds. The Thief only followed the strange tug of an invisible force that had her nerves set on edge by something foreboding she could not yet see. That she couldn't begin to understand.


Closer her dark legs cut through the snow, taking her to the Meadow where the energy was all wrong. In fact she couldn't control it at all it was out of her grasp. A faint frown tugged at her lips, lines about her eyes while she forced harder through the trails of white. The red maned was determined to see what was happening so she pressed on even though a wiser creature might have darted the other way.

Black, heavy clouds began to block out any light, but she could see the vivid blue of something oval. Drawn to it, she saw the God of Time in front of the bright, blue.....shielding against a reflected..hole? Silver irises were upon him. He looked strained, as mortal as she had ever seen him. While tempted to go to him, he was with the other Gods who seemed to try to face the same object. The wind a fierce creature trying to steal her breath, she could not move closer. The red maned stood, letting it lash against her hair, drawing air in quick gasps. She was afraid of what they were fighting, afraid of what was happening. There was nothing in her that could comprehend their actions, nothing she could do.

Two white figures who should have stood from the darkness, only briefly caught her eye. One she knew, while the other she didn't. Right now silver eyes couldn't tear away from the rift, and her mind was running to rampant to question anything but the Gods now throwing themselves into the void. A cry passed her lips, but it was muffled by the storm. The God of Spark had returned,to only take his final step with the rest. Whatever remained of brightness was gone. The light went out and Faelene would be nothing but a shadow, blending into the dark canvas that now was their world. In this place it wasn't smoke that killed the blue sky, and killed the light. It was something much worse, and Faelene didn't dare think where the Gods were now. Nor if they were coming back.