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Date Posted: 20:02:39 09/15/02 Sun
It burst.
Heaven, sound, immensity, broken in ruins at her feet. A wave of empathy, a persistence.
An awakening.
life tore around her, heaven sprayed blood as its mouth opened in soundless cry. gods vanished. godesses wept and were consumed. prison opened its arms in fiery embrace and exhaled sulfuric breath.
Too cliche. Too consistent. Too...
It burst.
A halo bathed in flame, wreathed in agony as the souls of Forbiddion cried pursuit. Torturer finding another victim as crimson spewed from hell's gates. All a paradox of sound and light, color and darkness. A cataclysm.
Tears streamed golden from sunlight eyes, kitten falling away into the safety of brush.
It burst.
Metallic streaks traced garnet scales, wings expanding as treetops rushed around her. A prophecy fulfilled. A moment of truth when all else was clouded. She was not strong, merely faithful.
Gold falling. Splashed against shadowchild's gem before solidifying into Forgotten heritage.
It burst.
A whirlwind of empathy. Color bursting in acidic pantomime as her homeworld began to mourn. Aurora a soundless word on scaled lips. Escalvone no longer as little as a simple heritage. A warcry. A plea. Prayer formed by one who by all rights should have lost hope...
And didn't.
Sunlight eyes blinked, hue of colors glinting strongly across metallics. Forged. Strong in the faith of both Goddess and Creator. There was no begining. No end. No Alpha nor Omega. Only Father and Child. Loved and Beloved. Time froze, a glitch in the aspect of things as she uncurled, scales glinting garnet in the non-light of what had become her home. Illusion lost on Seer's eyes as she stood beside her Goddess. Beside the Kindred of the Father.
A mortal in an immortal battle.
It burst.
An incomprehensable flow of knowledge. Her Father, her Creator. Prayers did not go unanswered.
It burst.
A flux in the divine, the unholy, river of minds released by Master's hand. Salvation. Redemption. Truth.
It burst.
What are all things combined? All aspects of godhood merged into a well of potential... of purpose... Man. The creation itself. Madness, Darkness, Light, Holy, Unholy, Chaos, Order. All things drawn to one point came out... flawed. A chance of redemption. A chance of salvation upon its deepest levels. To become a Creator one's self.
To pass through flame and come out scathed... but strengthened.
Her vision fulfilled, garnet scales showing as dried blood as she faced what had been the second great dragon in her dream... an even greater dragon watching it all.
And once again she was Forgotten. Escalvone draping bladed wings about her shoulders. "No, Faithless. We have had quite enough."
A mortal.
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