and here, have more potential ooc! This one is a little weird. My ridiculous train of thought was along the lines of...well, if you're on a fault line that suddenly goes silent for a while the energy generally builds up and explodes with ten times the force. I guess I wanted to toy around with the idea that as the spirit of destruction, Hexxus has some control over natural disasters as well, and that if he were trapped in a tree for a long time things would build up and go all out of whack, whereas when Hexxus was out he liked causing destruction so much that they were 'lesser' attempts than if everything built up?
lol i don't know, this was at least a year or two ago, I'm not sure what I was thinking, so feel free to lulz at my ridiculous logic.
Crysta was silent and contemplative. Her eyes locked on a large, unusual tree; one that stood out from all the others dotting the entirety of Mt Warning's rainforests. It was here that, so many decades ago, Hexxus had been locked away once more. For good, the naive fairy had once believed.
But Crysta was wiser now. More mature, more in tune with the same understanding of the natural order that had made Magi Lune so sought after. And, it was because of this understanding she was here grappling with an incredibly difficult choice.
"It doesn't seem right," she mused to herself. "He will kill."
There was little doubt. Destruction was what Hexxus lived for, it was his sole purpose. At one time, Crysta had found him entirely unnecessary in the order of the world, but she had been wrong. There was a balance to maintain, a very fine line that only humans dared cross.
Destruction ruined life, of course, but it also paved the way for new growth. Hexxus would always be confined to his ironic fate; actively seeking to end life- while in the end promoting it in ways. He would escape at some point in time, Crysta knew. It had to be.
The question was...Would she release him, or confine him to this prison until he escaped himself or through outside help? Decisions, Decisions. Crysta bit her lower lip, a nervous habit.
If she released him then plants, animals, people, they would die. If she did not release him, the destructive energies of nature would build and build in their masters absence. Storing away so much raw energy that once Hexxus finally escaped enough to resume his mastery over them, the balance would shift in his favor. If she kept him in this tree for too long, then he would massacre.
To release Hexxus was to save hundreds, if not thousands...But at what price? By steering others to an untimely death. No matter what she did, death was inevitable- and even the tiniest of saplings was important to Crysta. Aiding destruction in any way was terrible- an ironic fate of hers, of all who would follow in her position. Creation and Destruction were, unfortunately, inseparable. This world could not maintain any balance without both.
"..I'm sorry."
Early condolences for what Crysta knew had to come. Something she didn't like about the balance; something Magi Lune had understood and tried to get her more serious about understanding where she had gone wrong.
Crysta had no choice. She had to release Hexxus.