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One-Winged (Dream Sequence)
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bluesteelranger"You're not expendable."
"Nothing can survive the attack of a loose life-form."
"Ffyniant."
"You do not need to see in order to have a wonderful vision."
The words floated around him like ghosts. They were ghosts he knew well enough, shining in bright hope at first, then fading away. He walked in a land he could never see but only hear; the ground beneath a mere spider's web of reality. He heard and felt the reassuring, thundering voice of an alien being he'd come to worship as a god. He felt the Power warmly surge across him without the dangers of magic.
He walked onward, comforted by this voice, believing it meant life, strength, the joy of never being betrayed again. Never being cast aside again. It was strange, this voice, merging with the voice of one he missed more dearly than he could describe.
"Never use the Power for personal gain..."
Green suffused him and called in an ethereal voice. He walked onward, some delirious part of him believing it was Pendrell, lifted from the dead after twelve long years. Believing it was Billy, purified from lust-driven betrayal. Believing it was Harold, before his change into something 'other'.
"Never escalate a battle...."
Renne walked on, strangely feeling the four suns over the L'Langiniar mountains as the voices kept speaking. He felt the thick, molasses-like Sea of Tal-Danxia barely lap at his feet before it stood still, freezing mid-crest as if time itself stopped. The voices continued speaking as the sand drifted away. The fourth sun set to turn the sky into "Crel-feather red" as R'hown had called it once.
The third sun set, turning the sky into an almost eerie bluish-violet.
And he kept on walking.
"Never reveal your identity..."
The four suns set, letting twin moons rise and cast a pale silver-gold glow over the ever-changing lands. The voices called on, quieting the voice of logic as he progressed. Pen had been dead for twelve years. The other had betrayed nearly a year ago. He still worshipped the gods. He still continued on. The Homelands had ceased to exist years before. He remembered hearing the L'Langiniar mountains crash into the sea. He remembered Oerla'desh thrust a cane into his hands, then freeze before Ceasing to Exist.
And yet it was all too distant to care about.
He was too distant to care about it all. Harold died again. Pendrell vanished. Billy walked away. The silver-gold sky darkened again and Renne saw none of it. He only knew that it was a haze of shadow-lined song.
"Brother to brother..."
"I have been and ever shall be...."
He didn't yet hear the rational voice in his head trying to tell him the cold, hard truth.
"Nothing can survive the attack of a loose life-form."
"Ffyniant."
"You do not need to see in order to have a wonderful vision."
The words floated around him like ghosts. They were ghosts he knew well enough, shining in bright hope at first, then fading away. He walked in a land he could never see but only hear; the ground beneath a mere spider's web of reality. He heard and felt the reassuring, thundering voice of an alien being he'd come to worship as a god. He felt the Power warmly surge across him without the dangers of magic.
He walked onward, comforted by this voice, believing it meant life, strength, the joy of never being betrayed again. Never being cast aside again. It was strange, this voice, merging with the voice of one he missed more dearly than he could describe.
"Never use the Power for personal gain..."
Green suffused him and called in an ethereal voice. He walked onward, some delirious part of him believing it was Pendrell, lifted from the dead after twelve long years. Believing it was Billy, purified from lust-driven betrayal. Believing it was Harold, before his change into something 'other'.
"Never escalate a battle...."
Renne walked on, strangely feeling the four suns over the L'Langiniar mountains as the voices kept speaking. He felt the thick, molasses-like Sea of Tal-Danxia barely lap at his feet before it stood still, freezing mid-crest as if time itself stopped. The voices continued speaking as the sand drifted away. The fourth sun set to turn the sky into "Crel-feather red" as R'hown had called it once.
The third sun set, turning the sky into an almost eerie bluish-violet.
And he kept on walking.
"Never reveal your identity..."
The four suns set, letting twin moons rise and cast a pale silver-gold glow over the ever-changing lands. The voices called on, quieting the voice of logic as he progressed. Pen had been dead for twelve years. The other had betrayed nearly a year ago. He still worshipped the gods. He still continued on. The Homelands had ceased to exist years before. He remembered hearing the L'Langiniar mountains crash into the sea. He remembered Oerla'desh thrust a cane into his hands, then freeze before Ceasing to Exist.
And yet it was all too distant to care about.
He was too distant to care about it all. Harold died again. Pendrell vanished. Billy walked away. The silver-gold sky darkened again and Renne saw none of it. He only knew that it was a haze of shadow-lined song.
"Brother to brother..."
"I have been and ever shall be...."
He didn't yet hear the rational voice in his head trying to tell him the cold, hard truth.
