Breath of heaven, captivated Prince of the astral seas…
Writers ; Adrin (Severce) and Teki (CharlotteCarrendar.)
The secrets that laid beneath the temple became unkept at the movement of the priestess, whispers lead to curious eyes peeking through translucent blue panes to what laid in wait within the Medical Bay. One of their own, a nurse, an acolyte kept him – the one they had been waiting for. Even the most wise of the order had missed the signs, a simple nurse and a Priestess, Teki Bonebard had proven however their steadfast faith and would receive the reverence of the order. As the sun set on the third day and darkness once more curled it’s wings over Morsoram the final sign of Adrin’s return came.
Deep beneath the underground labyrinths of the facility, the Chamber of Amojana opened it’s sealed passage ways. The entire island trembled as the song of the Astral Fiend rumbled from the deep, core-reaching hole that dominated the center of the chamber. Smouldering rocks ascended from the pit, flowing against gravity’s hold as the massive form ascended from beneath the crust of Ayenee.
Amojana was one of twelve Astral Fiends that had sworn their loyalty to Adrin following his sweet across Ayenee during the time of Varsinax. Powerful, legendary creatures who thirsted for the energies of battle and war, that held appointments as Guardians to the prefectures of the realm that many had sought to control. Amojana was a monstrosity, massive toothy mouthed tentacles smashing against the blazing rocks which surrounded her, sending them smashing against the interior walls of the chamber, sending quakes rumbling beneath the surface of the island. She demanded satisfaction, a sacrifice as a token of their loyalty and seal to the bond that she held to Adrin and the rest of the Eitans.
Come to me….. The voice of Adrin whispered into the thoughts of Teki. Still motionless upon the bed, the man who laid in their presence was not the one who had beheld their majesty prior, but one who was him in every sense save for the flow of time. Captivated and hungered eyes had watched the passage of the streams through the Temporal technologies of the Alpha Timeline and it had devised this fulfilling plan to do better than what he had observed. An agreement had been reached through these timeless brothers, one that would bring victory and restoration within all streams that would eventually renewal together. Soon those of their kin who sailed the stars would join them, the name Eitan would be uttered once more with restored potence and fear.
The Chamber of Amojana was in turmoil, priests from above had descended into the circular ledge which surrounded her. Those who approached her main altar were vaporized in her angered flames. Afixed within the flows of the weave, she turned as her Master would of demanded, drawing forth from nodes the precious threads of free quintessence to begin the formation of construct that would eventually be her heralding moment. Her sacrifice demanded, she would be appeased or there would be nothing left but ashes. The upper most of her sword clutched arms stretched upwards towards the top of the chamber causing her many confining bracelets to clang and rattle as they fell against her armored ring-like centers. [Rain of Fire - Prep 1] The forces beneath the fiends pit shifted with pressures as peaceful magma flows were stirred and angered, pushing up the rise of Mount Saedan which was afixed at the island’s center. The dormant craetor cracked and crumbled falling inwards upon itself as smoke began to billow upwards into the sky to paint the clouds with blackness. Discharges of residual energy created during the weaving process of the fiend’s construct licked upwards appearing as falling stars within the pluming plateaus of ash filled darkness. Blankets of ash began to fall around the island. She would be appeased or it would be the end to all they had hoped for.
Far from the medical facility; around a camp fire, the Shayman raised his staff that carried the skull of a beast. Its horns and hollowed eye sockets the purest white, with jagged cracks that ran down to it mouth. The fire crackled and sparked, whilst around him, women had gathered to form a circle, all swaying in time to the beat of drums from the elders. Markings upon their faces done so with colored clay and charcoal. Bodies glistening as the temperature rose. Beads of sweat trickled down the body of the Shayman, who chanted in a voice that was an echo to all who heard, and traveled across the land, as sparks from the flames rose into the night air. All was now in alignment, daughter chosen to be the link in the chain. All had foreseen this within their dreams and now would come to fruition through selfless sacrifice. The drumming intensified, as the women all cried and raised their arms high. The Shayman’s bare feet kicked up the dust around the fire pit, then slammed his staff into the dirt three times, taking out from his pocket a doll that had been crafted in the form of Teki Bonebard. The beating of the drums came to a sudden stop, as a mother screamed in torment and reached out to stop the Shayman, but his eyes turned to white, and he threw the doll into the flames, incinerating it within seconds and burnt to ash. As the doll joined with the ash of the fire, the smoke rose and billowed forming a cloud. The Shayman extended his hand and blew the smoke towards the direction where Teki walked her last steps as a free woman.
Come to me…..
Teki’s mind heard his voice clearly as the air around her swirled with the scent of smoke and ash, that she inhaled deeply up into her nostrils. Captured within her lungs, her pulse raced, and the scream of a woman erupted in her mind. Her heart beat to the sound of the drumming, and in a hypnotised state, she slowly walked. Scantily clad hips swayed from side to side, her bare feet stained with the earth padded towards the medical facility. Nurses stopped and then parted to allow her through; the child of the Sea drawn by a higher power. Eyes hidden behind the translucent blue panes, watched on at the spectacle. The gentle clink of her seashell bangles and bracelets, heard over the dull hum of machines that helped monitor Adrin’s state. Dreaming wide awake, with pupils dilated they became affixed with the sight of the Son, that lay upon the hospital bed. Only a light blue sheet covering his naked form. Teki did not even take note of the nurse that had sat by his side faithfully. It was like she wasn’t even there. Adrin had called to her, to seal the fate of all. He was the blood of Eitan, to rise once more as had been foretold. Tilting her head, her dark tresses slipped off her smooth shoulders, and with her left hand outstretched, she drew a line across Adrin’s forehead, blessing him, before going down on her knees. Her head bent forward, she would be his servant, in the days that followed. A spiritual guide, no longer one with her people, but cast into the flames. His desire, would become her will.
