Darkness stirs and wakes imagination... [In- Progress]
WHO: Mithos Yggdrasil and Schrodinger (maybe a kind stranger near the end).
WHAT: Uh, well, sometimes disagreements turn ugly. So FIGHT!! FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS!!
WHERE: Near the jungle, pretty far away from potential casualties (although some might notice the lightshow).
WHEN: Day 344
Mithos floated slowly over the brush, his bright pink wings shimmering in the air. Martel was dead. Again. And it had, once again, been the humans' fault. Constantly working, Martel had depleted her reserves of power by rescuing too many humans from their destined fate. With his child's body, Mithos had attempted to support her, but his smaller self couldn't last forever. Once again, she had died by his side.
Once again, Mithos would bring her back.
All he needed was a crystal to house her soul... But it would be simple to take. Both Presea and the traitor Chosen had declined his peaceful terms, so there was no other choice. And in this adult's body, Mithos could feel his power overflowing. It had been weak before, his power, although all the knowledge was still there-- but with time it had come crawling back. Thinking back on that uphill climb, so reminiscent of his younger years, Mithos remembered the happy times he had spent with his sister in this very spot, both training to better help this world, the world that had brought Martel back to him again for the second time. And look at how it's repayed us, Mithos thought disgustedly.
Well. With his godly power, no one and nothing would be able to take Martel away from him again.
WHAT: Uh, well, sometimes disagreements turn ugly. So FIGHT!! FIGHT FOR YOUR BELIEFS!!
WHERE: Near the jungle, pretty far away from potential casualties (although some might notice the lightshow).
WHEN: Day 344
Mithos floated slowly over the brush, his bright pink wings shimmering in the air. Martel was dead. Again. And it had, once again, been the humans' fault. Constantly working, Martel had depleted her reserves of power by rescuing too many humans from their destined fate. With his child's body, Mithos had attempted to support her, but his smaller self couldn't last forever. Once again, she had died by his side.
Once again, Mithos would bring her back.
All he needed was a crystal to house her soul... But it would be simple to take. Both Presea and the traitor Chosen had declined his peaceful terms, so there was no other choice. And in this adult's body, Mithos could feel his power overflowing. It had been weak before, his power, although all the knowledge was still there-- but with time it had come crawling back. Thinking back on that uphill climb, so reminiscent of his younger years, Mithos remembered the happy times he had spent with his sister in this very spot, both training to better help this world, the world that had brought Martel back to him again for the second time. And look at how it's repayed us, Mithos thought disgustedly.
Well. With his godly power, no one and nothing would be able to take Martel away from him again.