Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2013 22:07:57 GMT -5
Aingeal pulled the hem of her skirt over her toes, laying her head on her knees. It was her favorite time of the day; the sun, still up but low in the sky, painting the surrounding forest with dappled light. Dusk.
Watching the light twist what the forest could be. Long shadows turned the worn path into a gnawed labyrinth of darkness “Bright moments with dark moments…” absently spoken as she leans back on the bench letting her eyes close.
Along the seam of the trees, a band of Wood Elves were gathered speaking quietly with Alisiea, she’s aged. Long silver strands freckled her hair. Alisiea spoke in their tongue. “How odd…”
“What is odd Auntie?”
Celestia looked up from where she sat, “Nothing child” Aingeal replied, idly watching her. She was a fair girl, with brilliant red hair. Her attention consumed on a Starbright flower that has just bloomed. Her delicate fingers touch the petals with loving care, turning her face up towards you and smiles. Her eyes shine with intense color, captivating … holding whoever looks into them. Some would see the child possesses knowledge, but not just knowledge; she possesses power as well.
“Aunt Aingeal, do you know how the world will end?”
Aingeal felt her body tense at her words. Composing herself, Aingeal straightened her back bowing her head towards Celestia, “No child,” she answered. “I do not know how the world will end. No one does.”
The child nodded at her, looking out to the cleared yard that acted as a barrier from the woods to the house. Trying to follow her gaze, Aingeal’s own trailed off to where Alisiea and the Elves have been talking. All of them had turned to faces, looking at Celestia and Aingeal. They had heard the question and paused waiting for her to speak again.
All things stopped… No more… the crickets stopped singing…The wind paused…Silencing the forest. The child’s eyes suddenly returned their natural but unique state; one Blue and one green.
“I know,” she whispers.
“It ends in flame just as it has before. When the worlds were one. When the Avatar walked the lands. The worlds will be made whole once more. But the worlds must be burnt to ash before that happens and we will all die in the flames. That is how the world will end Aunt Aingeal, and that is how the world will be reborn.”
With that said, the crickets pick up their song again. Alisiea and the Elves continue their conversation and the wind shuffles through the forest once more, the sun, now touching the far horizon, turning the blue sky to purple spiriting the first stars wink into view.
Inhaling slowing Aingeal opened her eyes.
Watching the light twist what the forest could be. Long shadows turned the worn path into a gnawed labyrinth of darkness “Bright moments with dark moments…” absently spoken as she leans back on the bench letting her eyes close.
Along the seam of the trees, a band of Wood Elves were gathered speaking quietly with Alisiea, she’s aged. Long silver strands freckled her hair. Alisiea spoke in their tongue. “How odd…”
“What is odd Auntie?”
Celestia looked up from where she sat, “Nothing child” Aingeal replied, idly watching her. She was a fair girl, with brilliant red hair. Her attention consumed on a Starbright flower that has just bloomed. Her delicate fingers touch the petals with loving care, turning her face up towards you and smiles. Her eyes shine with intense color, captivating … holding whoever looks into them. Some would see the child possesses knowledge, but not just knowledge; she possesses power as well.
“Aunt Aingeal, do you know how the world will end?”
Aingeal felt her body tense at her words. Composing herself, Aingeal straightened her back bowing her head towards Celestia, “No child,” she answered. “I do not know how the world will end. No one does.”
The child nodded at her, looking out to the cleared yard that acted as a barrier from the woods to the house. Trying to follow her gaze, Aingeal’s own trailed off to where Alisiea and the Elves have been talking. All of them had turned to faces, looking at Celestia and Aingeal. They had heard the question and paused waiting for her to speak again.
All things stopped… No more… the crickets stopped singing…The wind paused…Silencing the forest. The child’s eyes suddenly returned their natural but unique state; one Blue and one green.
“I know,” she whispers.
“It ends in flame just as it has before. When the worlds were one. When the Avatar walked the lands. The worlds will be made whole once more. But the worlds must be burnt to ash before that happens and we will all die in the flames. That is how the world will end Aunt Aingeal, and that is how the world will be reborn.”
With that said, the crickets pick up their song again. Alisiea and the Elves continue their conversation and the wind shuffles through the forest once more, the sun, now touching the far horizon, turning the blue sky to purple spiriting the first stars wink into view.
Inhaling slowing Aingeal opened her eyes.