anthorn
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Another untitled piece. Related to my prievious piece. I was planning on having these replace the prologues i had up before
The first was heat the second was light but above all else, there was pain.
The Shattering had destroyed the tower almost completely, the Magic’s used were seen for miles around, a tornado of dark colours shooting to the sky and twisting the clouds to its will. The earth rumbled as though in protest, rocks were forced upwards to become mountains, underground lakes became flooded. Animals died, villages burned, men and women both cried, but the war was over. This war had not been like the other wars, the ones fought by the kings and queens or the Council. This one had been a war for survival.
It was the second day of the second week when at last the tornado dispersed fading into nothing, the dust that it carried blown away by the wind, and still the earth was bleeding. The first scavengers came at the ending of the day curious to see what had come to pass, to see if as always something could be salvaged. They found nothing and turned away less than pleased to have wasted time. Moments after they had gone, the first body appeared. A woman of no less than 35 summers fell through a portal, a tear in reality, her clothes were torn, and her hair was singed. A dull blue glow emanated from the crystal in her hand throbbing like the beat of a heart.
Ignoring the pain, she forced herself to sit. She could hear nothing but the sound of her heartbeat, and in the back of her mind, the cries of her sister continued to haunt her. It had to be done, she thought, trying to blink the confusion from her eyes. What Damien had planned was foolish, threatening to undo the very reason they had come to Onchara in the first place; still though, perhaps the sacrifice was too much, and perhaps there could have been another way. No. It had to be done she would have killed me if she had had the chance. One of these days, no matter how long it takes, I will kill you. It had to have been done, but already doubt waged war upon her mind. The sacrifice would be unending; already she felt her power waning, drawn by the crystal, dispersed by the Aspects. Soon news would reach her brother, Rael and her shame would be known. The rules had been broken; she had taken the knife to her own kind. She was an outcast.
Anwyn stood and pocketed the crystal and turned to face the storm clouds coming from the west, a new chapter was beginning, and she could sense its coming. Anwyn raised her hand and opened a Portal, it wobbled and shuddered it was weak, but it would do for its purpose. Anwyn stepped through returning to Lancifer. With a boom, the Portal closed behind her.
The first was heat the second was light but above all else, there was pain.
The Shattering had destroyed the tower almost completely, the Magic’s used were seen for miles around, a tornado of dark colours shooting to the sky and twisting the clouds to its will. The earth rumbled as though in protest, rocks were forced upwards to become mountains, underground lakes became flooded. Animals died, villages burned, men and women both cried, but the war was over. This war had not been like the other wars, the ones fought by the kings and queens or the Council. This one had been a war for survival.
It was the second day of the second week when at last the tornado dispersed fading into nothing, the dust that it carried blown away by the wind, and still the earth was bleeding. The first scavengers came at the ending of the day curious to see what had come to pass, to see if as always something could be salvaged. They found nothing and turned away less than pleased to have wasted time. Moments after they had gone, the first body appeared. A woman of no less than 35 summers fell through a portal, a tear in reality, her clothes were torn, and her hair was singed. A dull blue glow emanated from the crystal in her hand throbbing like the beat of a heart.
Ignoring the pain, she forced herself to sit. She could hear nothing but the sound of her heartbeat, and in the back of her mind, the cries of her sister continued to haunt her. It had to be done, she thought, trying to blink the confusion from her eyes. What Damien had planned was foolish, threatening to undo the very reason they had come to Onchara in the first place; still though, perhaps the sacrifice was too much, and perhaps there could have been another way. No. It had to be done she would have killed me if she had had the chance. One of these days, no matter how long it takes, I will kill you. It had to have been done, but already doubt waged war upon her mind. The sacrifice would be unending; already she felt her power waning, drawn by the crystal, dispersed by the Aspects. Soon news would reach her brother, Rael and her shame would be known. The rules had been broken; she had taken the knife to her own kind. She was an outcast.
Anwyn stood and pocketed the crystal and turned to face the storm clouds coming from the west, a new chapter was beginning, and she could sense its coming. Anwyn raised her hand and opened a Portal, it wobbled and shuddered it was weak, but it would do for its purpose. Anwyn stepped through returning to Lancifer. With a boom, the Portal closed behind her.
