Earth Aflame, Sky Asunder
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Magic: The Gathering.
Summary:
Jiwari and Arashi: twin kami different as the earth and sky, but alike in destructive temperament.
The sky was falling.
A storm cloud spread over the icy profile of the Sokenzan, blocking out the frozen mountain peaks. Black haze snuffed the creamy, peach horizon more callously than fingers to a tallowisp, such that even Terashi, the sun kami, could not flare its displeasure. Green lightning rolled within the tempest, a roiling anger. Angry, because the clap deafened mortal ears, and angry, because the thunderhead condensed into a fuming face.
Climbing to engage were craggy formations. A furious earthquake tremored them up out of the ground. Rocky mounds of dirt closed stony ruin around pockets of the spinning monsoon, worm-feelers snapping at the cyclonic gale with disturbingly human mouths.
Aspects manifesting as floating temples smashed into those that took the form of balls of molten rock, shinen erupting between them.
These spirits of disaster, Arashi and Jiwari – the storm and the fissure – had waged battle since the Scroll of Origins began writing itself, both pronouncing the material world their fiefdom. Although Kamigawa was in the midst of a twenty-year purge pitting men against their gods, the brother-in-arms (in ancestry only) refused to forswear their ancient feud.
This was Year 20. The final days of the Kami War.
They were expected to fight the Great Old Serpent's war, yet raged for the other's destruction.
If O-Kagachi hated this world this much, Arashi and Jiwari shook, they'd channel their essences into last-ditch attacks towards each other, and sweep the Utsushiyo with them.
Kamikaze. Then no one could have it.
When the stones rumble,
the gate to the Reikai shakes.
Catching earth aflame.
Howling wind blows fierce.
Inner calm, outer strength that
ripped sky asunder.