~Disclaimer: I do not own Slayers, its world, or any of the canon
characters. ...I technically own my non-canon fan-characters, but they
aren't even in the story thus far so let's not worry about that! :D
Author's Notes: Well, I'm posting something on my birthday! That's right! At 8:30 AM CST on September 22, 2003, I turned 17! I'm almost legal! XD But seriously. This story is semi-serious and all about Phibrizzo and the horrors I'm going to put him through. Fasten your seatbelts, folks; this is going to be a horribly jolting, bumpy ride. ...for Phibby, that is... :)
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The Balance was no longer balanced. After so long, it had finally tilted in favor of one side and not the other. She smiled. She had created the Balance, the ordered Chaos, so many eons ago, in hopes that this ordered Chaos full of hidden twists and turns at every corner would be the proper way to balance out the power. It had, but everything must come to an end.
"What goes up must eventually come down."
A wise phrase. A perceptive phrase. No one and no thing could be invincible; even the grandest of things must eventually crumble.
And so the Balance was un-balanced. It hadn't toppled, only tilted, so it wasn't Time yet. There was still the slight chance that the scales could tilt in favor of the other end. It was more likely, however, that the Balance would topple.
She frowned.
She was suddenly repulsed by the idea of the Balance toppling. No. She wanted to watch this world, run by its ordered Chaos for a while longer. This world was far too amusing to waste on one of Her own Rules, born through a more finicky mood. She had written the Rules. She could erase one for a short time.
The world would need a little push by Her if it was to continue on its merry way. Just one little, tiny nudge was all that was needed. It was amazing, this work of art this world of Hers was. Just as a sculptor's chisel could make or break the face, Her nudge could remedy the situation or make it worse. She hoped for the former of the two. And She always got what She wanted; She had made Existence that way.
See? Being omnipotent is a good thing.
She went over Her possible options. Well, Her options were as many as there are stars in the sky, as there are drops of water in the ocean. So She went over the options that pertained to what She wanted to do. Then She eliminated the options that would have the exact opposite of Her desired effect.
It requires skill to make a good decision.
Ah-ha! This was crazy enough to work. She smiled to Herself, pleased with Her choice in action. The best way to even out the scales is to add weight to the side that is lacking.
This should be more than enough weight.
In fact, maybe she had given the Mazoku too generous of a gift.
Nah.
All that was needed was a nudge, and she had just given it.
All that is left to do now is to sit back and enjoy the show.
"So relax and stay with me. You do want to know what happens, don't you?"
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Please tell me how I've done this time. Both ego-boosting praise and constructive criticism welcomed. Flames will be put to use in original ways. :D Any questions and comments regarding this or any of my other stories are to be sent to my E-mail: sherra@northernfootholds.zzn.com.
Author's Notes: Well, I'm posting something on my birthday! That's right! At 8:30 AM CST on September 22, 2003, I turned 17! I'm almost legal! XD But seriously. This story is semi-serious and all about Phibrizzo and the horrors I'm going to put him through. Fasten your seatbelts, folks; this is going to be a horribly jolting, bumpy ride. ...for Phibby, that is... :)
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~
The Balance was no longer balanced. After so long, it had finally tilted in favor of one side and not the other. She smiled. She had created the Balance, the ordered Chaos, so many eons ago, in hopes that this ordered Chaos full of hidden twists and turns at every corner would be the proper way to balance out the power. It had, but everything must come to an end.
"What goes up must eventually come down."
A wise phrase. A perceptive phrase. No one and no thing could be invincible; even the grandest of things must eventually crumble.
And so the Balance was un-balanced. It hadn't toppled, only tilted, so it wasn't Time yet. There was still the slight chance that the scales could tilt in favor of the other end. It was more likely, however, that the Balance would topple.
She frowned.
She was suddenly repulsed by the idea of the Balance toppling. No. She wanted to watch this world, run by its ordered Chaos for a while longer. This world was far too amusing to waste on one of Her own Rules, born through a more finicky mood. She had written the Rules. She could erase one for a short time.
The world would need a little push by Her if it was to continue on its merry way. Just one little, tiny nudge was all that was needed. It was amazing, this work of art this world of Hers was. Just as a sculptor's chisel could make or break the face, Her nudge could remedy the situation or make it worse. She hoped for the former of the two. And She always got what She wanted; She had made Existence that way.
See? Being omnipotent is a good thing.
She went over Her possible options. Well, Her options were as many as there are stars in the sky, as there are drops of water in the ocean. So She went over the options that pertained to what She wanted to do. Then She eliminated the options that would have the exact opposite of Her desired effect.
It requires skill to make a good decision.
Ah-ha! This was crazy enough to work. She smiled to Herself, pleased with Her choice in action. The best way to even out the scales is to add weight to the side that is lacking.
This should be more than enough weight.
In fact, maybe she had given the Mazoku too generous of a gift.
Nah.
All that was needed was a nudge, and she had just given it.
All that is left to do now is to sit back and enjoy the show.
"So relax and stay with me. You do want to know what happens, don't you?"
~`~`~`~`~`~`~
Please tell me how I've done this time. Both ego-boosting praise and constructive criticism welcomed. Flames will be put to use in original ways. :D Any questions and comments regarding this or any of my other stories are to be sent to my E-mail: sherra@northernfootholds.zzn.com.