For a moment, Time herself stopped.
A flash of blue/violet ripped through the battlefield, shaking the Earth herself to
the core of her very self. Both armies stopped, dazed.
In the center of the battlefield, bathed in starlight and clothed in Night, stood the
Goddess. No, not a goddess. The Line.
"Stop," commanded a thousand voices. "Thy struggle is useless. Throw down thy
weapons and seek not what ye have come to commence." The voice was overpowering. It
seemed to be collected of every voice in the world, and the one the soldiers longed most to
hear was the one that called to them. Obivously weaker when it came to battles if
willpower and mind, the men threw down thier weapons, all the while staring.
Through it all came a piping, a trilling of sheperd's pipes. Then, with no warning,
the leaders of both sides raced forward, swords drawn. They fought savagely, each striving
to destroy the other. As thier swords and minds clashed, the world stood silent. Then,
finally, the two Twins, Seren and Saran, each struck fatal blows, each toppling forward,
dead before the hit the ground.
And thier sister watched, but said nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Maremeia set down the quill and flexed her fingers. Finally, complete. She could
see it now, Death of Absolute reaching the highest in religous writings. This was what was
going to make her rich. The account of what really happened on the Day The World Stood
Still.
Sighing, she tidied the stack of papers and placed them into a box, made of a grey
material, a snake, dagger, and unicorn on the front. She would send a page with the
message to the King tomorrow. After all, he would want to be the first person to read it.
On her way out, Maremeia checked all the locks again, dimmed the lamos, and smiled to
herself in the darkness. Folklore was where callorians were to be made. After all, who
would believe in such a farfetched idea as a line between good and evil?
Only you, my dear, only you.
(( A/N---YES, ITS OVER!!!! Now hopefully the italicised parts will show up...If not, oh well. Maybe Ill go back and redo them someday, but it's 1:44 anbd quite frankly, Sariachan is falling all over herself. So, THANK YOU SO MUCH for bearing with me and Siachan, and please, do one more thing (I know, I know, Im asking a lot), please R/R!! Again, flames will be donated to the GSSTSHFWOLWN fund. See the beginning A/N for details..))
A flash of blue/violet ripped through the battlefield, shaking the Earth herself to
the core of her very self. Both armies stopped, dazed.
In the center of the battlefield, bathed in starlight and clothed in Night, stood the
Goddess. No, not a goddess. The Line.
"Stop," commanded a thousand voices. "Thy struggle is useless. Throw down thy
weapons and seek not what ye have come to commence." The voice was overpowering. It
seemed to be collected of every voice in the world, and the one the soldiers longed most to
hear was the one that called to them. Obivously weaker when it came to battles if
willpower and mind, the men threw down thier weapons, all the while staring.
Through it all came a piping, a trilling of sheperd's pipes. Then, with no warning,
the leaders of both sides raced forward, swords drawn. They fought savagely, each striving
to destroy the other. As thier swords and minds clashed, the world stood silent. Then,
finally, the two Twins, Seren and Saran, each struck fatal blows, each toppling forward,
dead before the hit the ground.
And thier sister watched, but said nothing.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Maremeia set down the quill and flexed her fingers. Finally, complete. She could
see it now, Death of Absolute reaching the highest in religous writings. This was what was
going to make her rich. The account of what really happened on the Day The World Stood
Still.
Sighing, she tidied the stack of papers and placed them into a box, made of a grey
material, a snake, dagger, and unicorn on the front. She would send a page with the
message to the King tomorrow. After all, he would want to be the first person to read it.
On her way out, Maremeia checked all the locks again, dimmed the lamos, and smiled to
herself in the darkness. Folklore was where callorians were to be made. After all, who
would believe in such a farfetched idea as a line between good and evil?
Only you, my dear, only you.
(( A/N---YES, ITS OVER!!!! Now hopefully the italicised parts will show up...If not, oh well. Maybe Ill go back and redo them someday, but it's 1:44 anbd quite frankly, Sariachan is falling all over herself. So, THANK YOU SO MUCH for bearing with me and Siachan, and please, do one more thing (I know, I know, Im asking a lot), please R/R!! Again, flames will be donated to the GSSTSHFWOLWN fund. See the beginning A/N for details..))