Chapter 84: The Rebirth Of An Old Soul

Odin led the group of Guardians from the North, a large army of them at Tinsir's beckon call. Aphrodite led a group from the water, sea foam spraying up, and becoming her bikini like clothing. From the east came Bast with the group of the undead "gods" of long ago, and their respective priests, and priestesses. From all other directions came rogue Guardians. Siren's sisters came, banshees, the Children of the Flowers, along with other dark, and light figures of Guardianship. All united under Tinsir's leadership, and to destroy the threat at hand.

Odin came to Tinsir first, and bowed in respect to his once pupil. She curtsied, and rose. Odin remained on his knees.

Tinsir: Rise my friend. We are of equal company, or me of lesser caste.

Odin: Aye, child. The stars look upon thee with clear, and reverent eyes. The time of thine celestial appointment is at hand. Your place among them is coming.

Tinsir: Aye, tis it so soon?

Odin: Yes, ye know already. Do not question yourself. You know more than I in certain matters due to your rank.

Tinsir: My rank has been long abandoned.

Odin: You are taking it up as we speak. Aye, even Deluge is taking his, is he not?

Tinsir: Aye... The time to strike is nigh...(whispers) But am I ready?

Odin: You know the answer.

Tinsir: *deep inhale* Yes... I do, but how I fear it. (to Guardians) But now we act! Now we fight! Now we reclaim what is ours, and make our oppressors fall at our hands. Odin shall explain the battle plan. It is all of our jobs to carry it out with out failure. We must not lose! Fight for freedom! Fight for youreselves! Fight for what's true, and right! Fight for the mortals! Fight for me!

Odin: Lady Tinsir, are you ready?

Tinsir nodded in acknowledgement, and rose her right arm, her hand clenched. She took her other hand, and rose a blade to her wrist. With a battle cry she cut herself, her blood falling onto the crowd like rain. They gave a cry in response, and bathed in the red liquid.

Squall's wings erupted from his back, and the others ran outside to see the sight of red rain. Tinsir looked upon the clouds of dark crimson, red spots falling down onto her face. She took a deep breath, and let her true self out. All other metamorphosis before were just a side of her, but now she left her true self emerge. The "deity" restored almost to completion.

Squall hurried closer to her side, a bright light blinding him he thought. But he realized he could stand the light, and removed the arm from guarding his eyes. Soon the light faded, and revealed a woman od high class, and rank. Clad in her armor of black metal, the lining of silver stood out like day against night. Her hair white with streaks of black, and true silver, and dark blue she turned to him.

Deep blue eyes staring out from underneath her long hair, and silver mermaid like tiara (think King Triton) looked unto him with misting eyes. Elve ears poking out from underneath her hair, pierced with silver, and black rings. Slight fangs revealed themselves when she smiled, and long nails gentle caressed his cheek. He took her into his arms, and her cool, fair skin clung to him. Her cloak whipping in the wind, he held her closer to him, breathing in the scent of a creation reborn. Her rennaisance has begun. Smiling, she looked into his eyes, and spoke softly, but firmly.

Tinsir: It is time to be who we are, my Deluge.

Squall (holding her chin): I know, my voel... (kisses her)