Soon all of the Atmos would be under Cyclonian rule – that was the dominant thought in Master Cyclonis' consciousness. It wasn't long before Cyclonia would be airborne, and from that unstoppable vantage point all the terras of the world would fall one by one.
"Like dominoes," she added with an uncharacteristically genuine chuckle.
Cyclonis took a few steps around her room, peering around from under her hood. Her soft footsteps echoed in the rather cold, starkly lit chamber.
Her nervously pacing feet stopped on the cold stone in front of her piano. She wordlessly weaved past the bench and sat back on it. It was a fine instrument, she noted, running her hand across the top. The dark Cyclonian wood was cool under her fingers.
"Let's see…"
Cyclonis lifted the key lid slowly until it creaked to a halt, exposing all of the ivory and ebony keys hidden beneath. After a brief finger stretch, she fitted her fingers around the starting point that she'd used in the past during similar circumstances.
It began with a twinkling selection of high notes.
What was Cyclonis taking over the world for? Was it for her own selfish purposes, or did she have a firmly set perception of her destiny? Certainly it couldn't just be for herself – a lonely girl on a psychotic quest to destroy the Atmos that had turned its back on her? No. She was certainly above such trivialities…
Her playing swayed into a subdued minor key toned with dark determination.
It was her destiny. She must succeed where so many had failed – the world must stand under the banner of Cyclonia yet again, except this time permanently. Her ancestors had pursued this goal, but she had the opportunity to be the one that finally succeeded.
The flowing music dropped down a few octaves into a slow, somber segment.
But did she really want to play this role? Being the stoic, dark monarch commanding the forces of Cyclonia alone, using people as pawns, unceasing in her plots to see all of the Atmos taken at last… did she have a choice in the matter? Did anyone ever ask her if she'd rather just… just…
With her left hand, she drove a cruel, rumbling arpeggio up through the melancholy melody.
She mustn't allow herself to falter. That would be a foolish move so far in the game. What chances there were at pursuing whatever dreams she'd had were long gone. She could never have any of the comforts that other people knew and cherished. Family, friends, a simple, "normal" life… she couldn't. She wouldn't. It was impossible.
The melody shifted into a moderate, sad tune.
It wouldn't matter. Soon, it would all be over. All of the terras would be united, and Cyclonis would be able to devote her time to governing her world… and perhaps – just perhaps – Atmos would come to blossom under her rule.
For the first time in her life, her song concluded with harmony.