Time Lost in the...
It passed slowly for one individual. This individual, after all that had occurred with the earthquake and explosion, had decided to step up the pace to reach her destination. While not exactly easy, and somewhat tiring, she had used her magic to use the very shadows in the forest to speed up her approach. To her, every second she spent hoping from shadow to shadow in a frenzied pace was one minute. She could hear her heart’s beating. Each beat's sound almost painful for her to listen to.
...Land of Confusion.
As she emerged from the shadow of a fallen tree, her eyes, black pupils surrounded by an ever shifting swirling vortex of colors, took in the carnage before her. Trees, rocks, soil…everything…in the area, had been broken and shattered. Except for one big tree that managed to stay standing. Somehow, it had fared better. But even it had seen better days. What had happened here? What had enough force to do such a thing? And if it was a creature that did this, why?
What is Fear?
Her eyes, as they swept over the area taking in everything finally stopped on the winged unicorns and one red humanoid. The explosion was powerful enough to take down the entire group. As this realization came through her mind, she started to feel something…it started in her stomach…something…cold…taking root… She had come here to find the lavender winged unicorn known as Gaeva, instead, here she found the winged unicorns down and out. The one to turn to, had already been taken out…this realization started to sink in…the feeling in her stomach grew… There she was, a small slender female humanoid, wearing black pants and a heavy purple top with heavy black boots with black hair almost touching the ground, for the first time in her life, she was shaking from a feeling that she rarely felt. She trembled, not in excitement, not in happiness…no…this feeling…was new to her…at least…she never felt it at this intensity
She collapsed to her knees, the colors of her eyes swirling faster, growing darker, duller, and less lively. Her hair was soaked with the sweat she had accumulated traveling to this spot, having spent lots of energy using her magic. Thus her hair appeared matted and it stuck to her head and clothing. Her face, normally smiling and full of life, had contorted to a mask of fear…a fear she had not felt once in her live… What was happening and why. With her powers as they were…she felt helpless…if she was at full power…this would have been easy to solve…but…not as she was now…not when she was powerless…
Remember…
Suddenly, her eyes dimmed, becoming almost completely black… As she remembered a discussion she had a long time ago with her grandmother, Slyphianess, the Goddess of Hope and Moons. At the time, she was still very young, to equivalent to a human child that just started their first year in school. She had asked Slyphianess about fear, and hope. For, she had not understood exactly what each was. So Slyphianess decided to explain as best she could to the young Worldeater, what they were.
“Listen Lyrial, fear and hope. They are connected, for they are the exact opposites of each other. Fear, despair, they are the darkness that clouds the minds of others. This causes people to act differently than they normally do, and sometimes fear and despair makes people become reckless. This is because they have given up. The darkness that fear and despair brings blocks the light that would guide them. Fear and despair while many would consider these emotions as useless, and bad to have, are actually healthy feelings. To feel them means that you are alive. The actually help you to instinctively react to danger. All emotions are natural to have.”
Slyphianess had at that point picked up the young world eater, at the time a small draconic humanoid with silver scales with black feathered wings. The young girl’s attention fully on her grandmother. Her grandmother’s golden hair shone brightly during the night, the three moons reflecting light so bright in gave Slyphianess’s hair an almost ethereal appearance at the time, not that Lyrial really thought much about it.
“So basically fear just makes one dumb in some situations, while fear in other situations could help them survive?” The young girl asked. Slyphianess, though her grandmother was draconic, she herself had a human form, her face radiant and beautiful under the moonlight, smiled at the young girl’s question.
“That’s a simple way to look at it.” The Goddess said smiling at her grandchild, her blue eyes sparkling brightly in the moonlight of the three moons.
“Than what is hope? If fear is darkness, does that make hope the light?” The young Worldeater asked her face contorted into a mask of attempted understanding.
Slyphianess at that time had reached a bench in the park they were walking in. “That’s right E’lor’el.” Slyphianess answered using one of Lyrial’s nicknames. Lyrial smiled at the name, it was her favorite nickname, and she allowed only her grandmother to call her by it. In the ancient tongue of the gods, it simply meant “Joyful Moonlight.” Worldeater names were long, composed of their given names and their official nicknames that the world eater has accepted. Indeed, the moonlight seamed to dance playfully off of Lyrial’s silver scales.
“The light brings comfort to people. Thus it light is hope. No matter what, as long as someone has hope, they can overcome any situation. Even when all seems lost, there is still hope. No matter how deep the darkness, there is always light. In fact, the deeper the darkness, the brighter the light. One day, you shall be my avatar and the Grand Priestess for my followers. You do not have to understand what I’m talking about yet, in time, you will.” Slyphianess explained in as simple a fashion as she hoped she could for a child.
Lyrials face was scrunched up in concentration on what her grandmother had said. Than suddenly she smiled.
“I don’t understand! Lyrial said giggling. Slyphianess giggled with her grandchild smiling, before kissing the young child on the forehead.
“One day, I’m sure, you’ll understand. For you are my light and hope for the future E’lor’el.” Slyphianess said hugging the young world eater closely and tightly, who eagerly returned the hug.
…that you are hope.
Suddenly, Lyrial understood…that there was nothing that she needed to fear. She had let fear control her, and let it cause her to panic. With this realization, she took a deep breath in, and than slowly exhaled. Then she got back to her feet. Than she took a step towards the fallen unicorns. Than she took another, and another. Her face, while still grim, contained no fear, just eyes that swirled with bright colors, colors of hope. Lyrial Eailiolery has arrived!
((ooc: Its a little late, but, due to how fast the thread has been going...I guess I'm on time? If you feel something isn't right about the post Gaeva, let me know.))
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