Prologue
It was during the first day of Calibration they breached the gates of the Mound of Forgotten Seeds, the fortress of the Deathlord known as the Dowager of the Irreverent Vulgate in Unrent Veils. The armies of light and death clashed within its endless halls for five days, commanded by their Exalted generals. At the last day of calibration, the champions of the light struck a decisive blow to the forces of darkness by releasing the demon Ligier upon their ranks.
Now the Deathlord was facing the three Solars commanding the attack. Siegfried, the Dawn cast general who defeated her Abyssal exalted, Ironskin, the nigh-invulnerable Zenith cast whose voice could sooth the restless dead themselves and Spark, the Zenith cast whose magic summoned Ligier to creation.
For hours they fought, each side exhausting their resources until Siegfried stood above the Deathlord, ready to strike the finishing blow. As he lowered his grand daiklaive, the Deathlord saw no escape from her demise but one: the well of Urd. Before the blow could be stroke, she pulled her bow's string and powered the shot with the last of her remaining motes. A projectile of pure necrotic essence struck the well's side, shattering its structure and destabilising the singularity it contained. In an instant, it swallowed everything in the room as well as the room itself; soon followed by a whole chunk of creation and the underworld before it collapsed, swallowing itself.
They fell for what seemed like an eternity. Through the Wyld they fell until they reached the Void beyond. Even in that spaceless and timeless place they still fell, but this time towards something. A multitude of points of light surrounded them, like stars in a night sky; most of them white while others were of colors none of them ever saw before. As they moved through the Void, one of the points rapidly grew bigger and bigger; until all they saw was an infinitely large wall of white light. Some of the debris of the castle in front of them touched the barrier and seemed to disintegrate at its contact. They tried to change their trajectory but there is no such thing as direction in the Void. Right as they were about to hit the wall, for only the briefest of moments, Spark felt a presence watching them. It lasted for just a moment however as he and his companions smashed through the barrier. They felt her bodies being torn apart and their souls consumed by an endless light as consciousness left them.
Author's notes:
Hi there everypony. First of all, I want to thank you for reading my fic. It is the very first one I ever wrote and it is a whole new experience to me. A couple of quick notes before we proceed to the first part of the story.
First, I am writing assuming readers have at least basic knowledge of the Exalted setting and mechanics. If you don't, the story will still be understandable but could be confusing at times (especially if you arn't familiar with the concept of perfect effects).
Second: I wasn't able to get any proofreader of editor for this story, if you are interested, please contact me at .com
Comments and (constructive) criticism always welcome.
Thank you.
TheGreenGiant