Day 3.2 - out of the Canyon...
Pushing aside the foliage that formed the drro to Emma's base, the world revealed itself to them. The sky, which had been a clear, pure blue hue, had deepend, and seemingly puked up its guts - green, dangerous shafts of cloud cover were sprawled across the expanse, intertwined with nearly black, heavy looking colouds, which lit up with a sickly yellow glow intermittently.
"what... what happened?" Emma asked, having ignored the sky, but swept her gaze over the buildings.. or, what was left of them. Rubble, strewn everywhere, littered the canyon. Even her own house, she saw, had been eradicated from the face of the planet.
The stock were hightailing it out of the canyon, hooves kicking up thick, choking dustclouds, that hung in the thick air, before being whipped up by a sharp gust of wind, and hurled it into a small tornado, attacking a distant tree. a faint splintering sound was heard, and a vague, winged shape was mimentarily viewed in the center of the sandstorm, as the dust fell to the earth abruptly, leaving an empty spot where a tree had just stood, all traced of it eradicated.
The air had turned from dry and hot, to hotter, and humid, almost unbearably so. It felt like you could slash it with your claws, amd see the tears in the air.
The only things still standing, were thelone, imposing figures of the guardians, the celebii-light glowing furiously over them.. and, strangely, the schoolhouse, which was engulfed in the strange light.
All this was taken in in a few moments, and as Emma had gazed in pained awe at her birthplace, Zardtodileon had summoned a long staff, each end tipped with a fang, of two similar, yet different origins. In the middle, purple and red fur had been woven together, into intricate patterns, that somehow gave the impression of there being a purple form and red form in the weaving, though there was no such thing on it.
Re-adjusting his grip on Emma, Zardtodileon leapt from the tree, landing lightly on the parched ground, as Emma broke free, and rolled awkwardly away onto the ground, sprawling out as she stopped.
Zardtodileon had been chanting since before he jumped off the ledge of her base, and he changed the tone, instead of that of summoning, it was now a worried, pleading tonw, as he stared blankly into the staff itself, so it seemed. An orange and blue spark resided in the very heart of the fang's glow, pulsing slightlyas in response to Zardtodileon's words.
From far above, out of the mucky cauldron of the sky, the strange glowings of the clouds had multiplied - from a sickliy yellow, a pale, almost pink glow had joined in, as well as a whitish blue glow.
An unearthly shreik tore through the skies, as a bolt of the whitish blue colour resounded down to earth, ripping up dust and chunks of earth, depositing an impossibly tall pillar of shining clear stuff, like glass... or ice. Almost immediatley after, a pillar of red arked down, obliterating the first pillar, loosing a thick fog (but no llamas..) and sending more debris in all directions.
The fog lit up, glowing a pale yellowish colour, as a sparking bolt rushed to earth, as another bolt of red followed by two shreiks of... rage? pain? shattered the sky, as anothe blue bolt, followed by what looked like daggers of glass careered towards the parched earth.
The earth heaved, flinging Emma backwards onto her rear, and Zardtodileon remained rock solid, stoically standing there, oblivious to all that surrounded him.
Struggling to her feet, emma staggered over to Zardtodileon, and put a hand on him - recoiling instantly, from the white hot energy that coursed him, feeling like he'd electrocuted her.
"Zardtodileon!" she yelled, above the thunderous roar of a midair explosion, caused by two of the bolts colliding, another shattering rip in the sky from above the clouds, and the duller sounding (probably caused through the concussing shockwaves of before) smash of blue onto the earth.
Zardtodileon's words could not be heard, though he was obviously still chanting in an unintelligable tongue.
"Zardtodileon!" Emma yelled again, her voice being drowned in the almost non stop roars, crashes and thunderings from all around. She shreiked, as a line of gold appeared not a meter away from her, exploding a second after, throwing dirt and vegetal matter into the air, and onto her.
She looked around - her land, where she had been born, where she grew up - was dying. Flames rained down upon the barren earth, hail in the shape of daggers dissected anything in its way, and luminous thinderbolts smashed through the clouds, obliterating everything in its path.
"NO!" she cried in anguish as the stone form of Gyracabulldash was struck, the green glow seeming to fight the bolt of flames that had engulfed it. With an almighty heaving of the earth, another, vicious quake tremor roared through the crater. Another bolt joined the flames, and with another lurch of the earth, a second bolt of energy arced towards the huge stone homage to the Guardian.
Time seemed to pause, as the green glow engulfing the protector of day shrank, then grew, shattering its stone confines, and with a deafening roar, the voice of a long gone guardian reverbrated through the body of Emma, strange mental images flocking to her - being snarled at by another, smaller winged crature, an overwhelming sense of fear at sharp metal blades, glorious battles, pitting itself against a smaller, though equally strong opponent... and an adoration of three.
The inages exited Emma's mind as soon as they were assaulted, leaving her feeling uncannily like she had suffered the loss of a great friend, as she watched an enormous green, glowing form of the guardian standing in front of her. It somehow peered into her pale blue eyes, and a voice that sounded like fire, ice, lightning and pure, unbridled power engulfed her. "Day has ended." there was the slightest hint of sorrow in its voice, though there was also a yearning in it as well.
And with that, the energy form leapt over her head, fluidly, and sped towards the other Guardian, Nidoyenabatooler. Careering into it, there was another huge explosion, as a second form shattered out from its confines.
"Night has begun!" it crowed, a ravenous warcry echoing through emma, and around the canyon. Spreading its batlike wings, it leapt into the sky, followed by the first.
Emma latched onto Zardtodileon, as the green energies scattered, lighting the sky with their glow. The fire, ice and lightning increased, as the high pitched creaking that had been wailing for a few minutes now reached paramount, and emma saw, as the greeninsh glow lit her and Zardtodileon, the old school collapse, in a pile of dust and mudbricks.
Something deep inside her emerged, painful beyond the realms of normal loss, as she dug ner nails into Zardtodileon's thick pelt. A golden orange energy burst forth from her, drowning out the green energy of Zardtodileon, the staff he was holding resonating with a similar motion, intertwining red and purples, threading into Emma's orangey gold, as it grew veins and ventured into the staff.
She raised her head to the sky, and Roared, pain, sorrow, and loss, above all, giving her voice. She seemed to grow, and clutched Zardtodileon more tightly, snarling, her fangs glittering dangerously. Opening her eyes, an onlooker (if you were unfortunate enough to be there) could see that they were glazed, and were glowing brightly, as she shouted to the sky, a thousand year old curse.
The green of Zardtodileon, the Red and Purple of the staff, and the golden orange of Emma surged together, creating a white orb, engulfing them. They shimmered, and dissapeared, as a final, violent have of the ground caused the collapse of the walls guarding the canyon, ending the lifespan of the Eclipse Retreat.