Ripples
(Lost Planet)
It was dark here, and cold, very cold. Though there was an atmosphere, it was as cold as the vacuum of space here. Once there had been a form of life on this world, but now it was gone. All that existed here was a barren and empty world of rock and dark pits.
Something moved in the silence. A disturbance that was not seen but could be felt. A ripple in the fabric of existence. Only a higher being like itself could sense it, though it was but a servant. It began to move; a foreign action that had not been performed in centuries. The destination was known. The call must be answered.
A large, towering crystal formed the backdrop for an object that the servant approached. This crystal once glowed and hummed with essence, with power, and this world once had life on it. All that had been consumed and converted into primordial essence. The crystal was black and silent now, its light gone out permanently. The object before it resembled a pearl of the finest quality yet like an oval egg in shape it was, though no egg contained an essence so foul, black, or putrid.
The essence within the object was alive. It stirred within its prison. The seal, the servant knew, still held it after centuries. Long ago, this world had been stripped of its light and life permanently, and then other lights had come to this place. These lights had pierced the dark and beaten away at it. And then, the one light had separated from the rest and held the dark in an unrelenting grip…finally choosing to sacrifice itself to create a seal and force the dark to regress to a state of non-being.
The servant placed a hand against the prison. "Master…do you feel it? Do you not sense it?"
"There is little that I miss." The voice was soundless yet known anyway. "Even behind this seal, formed by one sacrificed life and the weaving of multiple powers." The servant remained silent. One did not speak until the master had nothing left to utter. "I have felt the like of this before. The fallen one…it is her."
"Yes. I recall this feeling in that different time; when all was young and the stars fewer. It is her, and she has been felled by the other powers. Long ago did her power burn like a star over the others, only to go out. Now it has been removed, yet she remains." Here the servant paused, choosing what to say next carefully. "What is to be done is not of my concern or will. What is my will, is to ask if you have felt the great stirring across the stars? Powers that have not been felt…they begin to stir. All feel it surely. If not, then they have a least been touched."
"The light that I once consumed," said the prisoner. "On another planet with life…and lights that burn to remove it from all others and keep it out of reach."
The servant felt the words vibrate through its being. "Open a gateway. Bring her."