Chapter 85: Strength

Tinsir readied herself, in the haven of Squall's room. Wiping tears from her cheek she clutched the blade in her hand. Crimson hate feel to the floor, and she looked out the window. She turned away from it, the sun rising, and Squall asleep in bed. She walked into his bathroom, and locked the door.

She looked into the mirror, and smashed it. Cuts on her hand released her hate as well. She would have to end her emotions to succeed. She slit her wrist, and it healed quickly, blue electricity surrounding her. She motioned to the door swiftly, and it slammed open. Walking as if in a dark trance she went outside.

Past Guardians, and humans she walked, taking no head at thier puzzled, or knowing stares. She passed Odin, and he was leaning against his horse, nodding in approval.

Upon the water she stood, her hands stretched out to her sides, palms up. Balls of energy filled them, and levetated slightly above them. She smacked them above her head, and blinding light shone even to the depths of the water beneath her. She looked up at it, and motioned both hands to the left, and right. Tsunamis rose, and plagued the earth, but harming no land.

She took a hairpin from her hair, and it turned into a staff with the water symbol in a circle at its top. A ritual of dancing she performed. Every outstretch of her arms caused waves, and lightning. Squall stodd on the shore, fearing for her, and the others.

Finally a beam of light, twisted with lightning engulfed her. Her body slightly rose, and her eyes closed. Limp, she rose into the clouds above her, and claps of thunder were heard. Guardians stood in reverence, and Odin put his hand on the fear stricken Squall's shoulder. Lightning spit, thunder cracked, and the rain poured.

Time passed slowly, and clouds formed a stairway to the beach. Tinsir walked down them, a child of air, and water now. Another element under her control.

Odin: "And the daughter of life shall take under arts of many. The Lion shall watch, fearing losing his only true possession. And upon the day of thunder all shall know fear."

Tinsir: "And lo, a new era shall be set to take place. The war of life begins, the immortal dying, the mortal living. And a new peace in life, and in death shall become know."

Squall (a tad confused he knows this): "And the Daughter of Life shall lead her army to the new battle, fate teetering on the blade of a sword, and humanity shall feel a new fear."

Cid: What if they win? Will the world go on as usual?

Tinsir (takes a deep breath, and lifts her face slightly in dominance): ...

Odin: Her era of rule will begin.

Cid: She'll rule the world?! A woman?!

Tinsir: What is so strange in a woman leading the race of men? Know you no formality in rank?

Athena (a Guardian): We are as strong as any man. Let me prove it with my blade!

Tinsir: Athena, know your place.

Athena (snarls): Yes, Lady Tinsir. *bows, and returns to her place*

Tinsir: Don't cause anger in the bosom of the Guardian of war. Aye, my Lady Athena, do we have your full blessing?

Athena: Yes, my blessing to thee. Let us fight, and win!