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Date Posted: 10:49:21 03/04/03 Tue
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Wyrd
's message, "Direction" on 10:43:39 03/04/03 Tue
Chaos danced along his body feeding upon itself in a vicious cycle that even he could not predict, the sheer power of its luminosity casting away all darkness, bathing all in an eerie indigo light. His steps were soft…barely heard amongst the whispers of the wind around him…the roaring inferno of chaotic energy screaming for release…tearing at his mind and soul…begging, taunting and promising all at once in a corrosive scream against his sanity. Damian could only smile.
Within the void of chaos he floated…alone. Detached from all things…letting the mental image of himself be assaulted on all sides, buffeted by the chaotic disorder that was the Void. Oh how different than the Chronus! How exhilarating, and yet…annoying… Focus was difficult to bring to bear…the power having to be cajoled into doing as he desired. Not quick to react like the Chronus…no discipline in its ranks, but still…tremendously effective. So was this…this Paradox.
Immersed in the field of chaos that was the Void he continued his steps…his mind and senses assaulted by Chronus…its images torn asunder by a sweep of the Void…only to reappear as his link to the Chronus held it together…showing him his past…faded images against a field of indigo. They weren’t clear. He forced the Void away….pushing and exhilarating everything he had to put it back in its place…and let the Chronus forth. The liquid like energy seeming to constantly flow around him…a light that moved like ever-flowing cerulean quicksilver. The Images became clearer then…beguiling him with their sheer presence…amazing him at the power that they held.
The Chronostorm had been a very proud and powerful people. Their skills desired by many…for who could assess information better than one that could see all angles from the stream of time? The Gakai Archipelago a place of immense beauty…now reduced to ruins of its former glory. Mighty pillars of stone that had once held the visages of those of prominence, beautiful carvings made by the artisans known as the Terrastar, laid to waste by the sheer destructive force of Ceallac. The allies, the Terrastar, they too being decimated, the clan reaching out to rebuild themselves...only to be snuffed out again by this Vain. This Ceallac!!
Chronus allowed no emotion in his body…yet the Void roared in unison with his scream. The images flashed past his minds eye with dizzying speed, smiling faces…happy people. A child rushing up to its mother flowers in hand…a soft innocent giggle on its face…even as the creature known as Ceallac rent them in two with his awesome power. That was the first time… He felt his father fall into temptation and the seducing power of sin…of rage…fall into Forbiddion. He too felt the sorrow at the realization that thousands lost their lives because of his mistake….
The images spiraled in on themselves…moving faster and faster…Void energies accelerating them, even as Chronus superimposed a laughing Ceallac in the middle of it all. Damian fell to his knees then, hands clutching his head…pain radiating along his spine. Midnight colored wings spread instantly, the rasp and ring of metal loud in the silence of this place. He screamed again…
Paradox occurred. Oh how Vain misunderstood his definition of Paradox. Order and Chaos…the two opposing forces…Ying and Yang...in one being. Both powers released themselves in a wave of decimation. Gakai Prime was consumed in a flash of indigo, even as Cerulean light lanced out amidst the storm of chaotic power…parting clouds. Violet colored sky spiraled, circling the beam of cohesive Cerulean light at the center… Storm clouds ingathered then… even as Void and Chronus suffused them with their might.
The clan had gotten its name from the awesome might of a Time Storm. The way that each bolt of lightning had simply warped time and shattered lives. Its brazen glory a representation of the will to survive by a clan that would have been crushed. The Time storms power…paled in light of this…this Paradox.
Pain tore through him…centralizing in his eyes…power redoubling its tearing through his body…Reality shattered…a vortex of Void and Time energies rending the fabric of space as easily as a hot knife through butter. The rip echoed across realities…suffusing the floating islands in a void of sheer blackness. Blackness…and silence.
All that could be heard was the hammering in his chest. Heartbeat echoed dully in his ears, a th robbing sensation that let him know…despite this…he was alive. Slowly..deliberately Damian drew in a breath of air. He understood now his father’s hatred of this Ceallac…he understood now why his father sacrificed all in an attempt to destroy him. He understood also why his mother let go of her vow to fight…in an effort to destroy that monster. He would never again have the chance to meet his grandparents…on either side. He understood.
Legs and hands pushed himself up…bringing him to a standing position even as he felt the tears slide down his face. Since when had he been crying? Back of hands wiped away tears before he let his eyes open to the darkness. Right eye…startling bright cerulean, much brighter than its former incarnation, and Left Eye…bright Indigo. He didn’t know…how could he without a mirror to see? They did however reveal to him…a light…something that no mortal eye would see…
There in a tower of pale light, revolving slowly...was a Swallow. The intricately carved handle, made of a metal that defied logic…bright and dull…clear, and opaque…dazzling in its own sense. The blades curved out beautifully, sinuous and deadly…one of them a crystal with a blue flame within…the other a crystal with a violet flame within. Archaic runes encircling the blades…highlighted slightly by the glowing of the frozen flames within them.
Below the floating weapon was a little stone...nothing more than a slightly raised pyramid, the engraving on its stone surface in a simple common tongue… Arbiter of Time and Chaos…TRUE Time Spectre. Frankly Damian didn’t know what that meant...nor did he care, for already his right hand closed on the hilt of the weapon, driven by an impulse and desire that he couldn’t begin to comprehend…
The light was blinding…..and once again Damian stood alone…on Gakai Prime. A vortex of violent storms around him. The weapon in his hand pulsed as he released his powers letting himself drift away from the Void within his mind. Slowly it faded back into a normal looking swallow, much like the one he had when he just got to this plane. He smiled. That could be useful… Inclining his head to the right he heard the calling of Vain…and smirked. So he wanted a challenge did he…
Quickly his newly acquired weapon was sheathed in its proper place and he leapt upwards, powerful wings flapping, driving him up into the storm, his first destination…to check on his aunties…
He never noticed the piece of paper that floated to the ground before his feet, the quick blast of air from his wings scattering it until it fell against a stone, face up.
No Chronostrom shall ever marry those of the accursed Void. Their union…their union would produce a force too destructive to imagine. A being known simply as Gakaitsujin. I fear though ,that these warnings will fall on deaf ears…This being will come. I only hope that his parents will be wise enough to instill in him a sense of pity, and humility, lest the world be reduced to cinders by his might.
Altecia Starflare, founder of clan Chronostorm
The paper flipped off into the ocean below….destroyed quickly by the onslaught of water.
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