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Tiani
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Date Posted: 14:21:23 03/03/03 Mon
In reply to:
Zenra
's message, "My god." on 10:41:10 03/03/03 Mon
She walked now. Weightlessness sliding about her as though in perfect concentration with itself. Her footsteps light upon a solid earth, breaking... scattering... torn away by the graceful movements of a silent dance. Her fingertips rested on the shoulder of this Forgotten goddess. Her own goddess shuddered and the link reverberated the pain... and ceased. Nothing broke in that celestial line, nothing fell in its demonic grace. Silence hung heavy and awestruck as the sheilds collapsed, brillaint rainbows of energy marking the sky dead. Zenra felt frail beneath her fingertips, a small child who had walked into a maze only to find it filled with her nightmares.
"No, Wyrd." Tyrsis spoke behind Tiani. "We tried that means, and throwing one's self away does nothing."
Fire-span wings twitched, living flame dancing its own serpentine ritual as a sky lit by rainbows faded to dull gray. The Escalvone had kneeled beside Jin, cradling him as she stared at an empty bottle. Tiani only smiled and walked away. Someone would answer his calls, but likely not the one he expected.
A warrior's song began far off in the crowd, a note breaking profound silence with a divinity of its own. They had fought both heaven and earth, found grace and healing as well as torment and pain. The song was one of going home.
Her mother lay sprawled in the dirt somewhere, undoubtably. So much breaking, so much confusion and death would be harmful to those nearest to life. Small fingers ran across the grain of a nearby table, still scattered with remnants of a feast. A celebration of life.
The song gained voices, shaky but breath taking in their sincerity. It all faded behind her, lack-luster sky enveloping those who sang, drowning hope. Fingertips brushed the layer where once a sheild had stood, curved along its edge and smiled as blue light rewove itself. A shimmer of broken glass, rain falling against its normal current, rose from the city. Broken energy reformed, pulling itself into the whole of a sheild. New as an infant, timeless.
Kiora was dead. Her life another bit of shattered stone, onyx rather than the silver that littered this place. All but those in the heart of the city had fallen. A few near dead as broken bodies breathed a final sigh, a chorus of air being released following firelit wings.
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